I thought I'd faint. She had pubic hair of course, she might be shaved today, maybe, and she was so wide, I could see her open slit which was very wet... "She took me on a guided tour having me look inside and touch all the interesting parts, and how to touch them, her clit, and where my penis would go during intercourse, inner and outer labia, everything. Why I didn't shoot my wad, I don't know. "She said that looking at her naked was making me get very hard so she would try to make me happy, so. Very near tolooking ridiculous on the small frame their sumptuous creamy fleshbobbed as I moved, making the perfect, peachy nipples dance."Big fucking boobs," I groaned.I slid one tiny hand over the right breast, still shocked that not onlycould I feel the breast in my hand, but I could feel my fingers sinkinginto the softness of the fat. A trembling sigh of dismay filled me as Iran a second hand over my slim belly, down into the crevice between myslight thighs, gritting my teeth as a strange. "Worship this God, or go to hell for eternity. Worship that God, or we will make a holy war against you, and kill random victims until you give us what we want. I shuddered. 'God' was not, to me, a physical being that manifested itself, and spoke to people as he was implying these Gods did.The day passed, filled with more fittings. Meals were taken, where my identity was announced. I was being addressed as My Lord Duke, or, Your Grace. That was kind of disturbing, too. I was, all of a sudden,. Until Sharon decided my spanking was over. “You can get up and rub, Ruth,” Sharon ordered me. I got up slowly but once standing my hands flew to my bottom and I was rubbing as fast as I could. I knew my bottom will be bruised and I won’t be able to sit down for ages. Of course that was just as I liked it. I didn’t care that Diane was watching me as I danced around the room. I closed my eyes with the pain, and when I opened them again I was horrified to find I was standing in front of the open.