There was a set ritual for the branding of a slave, which had not been done a lot over the years as most slaves returned to their normal lives. All th... slaves were brought into the house. There they prepared themselves for the event, as they would also participate. It would be Sheila’s last day among the women she had grown to love. She would never see them again as no one was ever allowed to talk about their home or past. The punishment for talking about their past was so severe no one dare. She moved just enough for my tongue to cover the short distance from pussy to arse, which allowed me to penetrate her bottom. I was very happy and soon sensed her body stiffen. In order to encourage me to even greater efforts she gently dug her heels into my sides, as though she was riding a horse. I knew that this meant that squirting was coming soon so I clamped my lips round her pussy and took all Lynne’s pussy juice orally, without spilling a drop. It was delicious. Then Lynne sprung a. "A stranger is requesting an audience with you Master Goud. He brings information relating to Rae Arizona and her companions." The Legate of the Red Moon Brotherhood seldom granted an audience to anyone, much less a stranger. However this person's news was of immediate interest. That woman had been a thorn in the Brotherhood's side when she was in the Peace Patrol. Now that she was a Cosmic Retriever she and her companions continued interfering with even less restraint."Bring him here." "Yes,. Then he turned my chin toward him, and as I was about to say something, smothered my unspoken words with a kiss.and whispered in my ear, "This is going to be a great night." With that he led me to the door. I followed instinctively, with no will of my own..On the way he often put his hand lightly grazing the bareness of my thigh with his fingers...I don't remember what we talked about during dinner, but I remember his voice. It was soft and melodic. He was like a serpent who hypnotizes his prey.