After some consideration, he then walks up and reaches around me and begins massaging my breasts. When I ask why he is doing that, he says, “Because...your breasts are much sexier with your nipples hard and waiting to be kissed,” and then in a soft whisper near my ear, “and because I’ve been waiting to touch you since I first woke and watched as my friend touched you and you showed such passion in his arms.” My desire is still high and his hands on my breasts just increases the tingling. Theother girl stayed behind to look after Mindy I guess. I followed like Iwas in a trance, not questioning anything. I was taken to the back of abuilding and led inside. I was told to undress and lay on the table. Ifelt a prick in my arm and then blackness.I woke up in a room with sunlight coming through the window. I lookedover at the chair and there was Mindy. She was wearing jeans, a nicetop, nice flats, her hair now styled very nice and looking like the oldJane I remembered. I spoke out,. Each time the images became sufficiently clear enough, or strong enough, Sebrinah's body would shudder as a small orgasm would roll through her cunt and travel up to her tortured nipples, causing them to harden around the metal rings running through them. Then, with a whimper and a few quiet sobs, she would once again fall into unconsciousness.The sound of the heavy wooden door of her makeshift prison being opened brought her crashing back to reality, and she raised her head wearily to see who. They felt themselves an extension of her, and they felt very, very natural.It was as if they were the weapon she had been born to master.To Nemi's surprise, that mastery proved much easier and progressed more swiftly than she had ever expected or hoped or dreamed.It had begun in the patterns.During her acclimation to her dao, Nemi had imagined how to adapt the first patterns she had learned when she had learned her sword work But even as she danced with her dao, Nemi realised it would not be.