This pleased Hans. He commented favorably on my quick signaling of submission, which gave me a chance to regain my composure and think.My mind was rac...ng. Mistress had clearly arranged this, but why had she kept me in the dark as to who the Berlin Grand Master was? Was this some kind of trap? She was devious, yes, but I knew she trusted Hans. His opinion counted with her, whereas she didn’t give a fuck what most people thought about anything.So, I decided that this really was my final exam, and. Inside the priestess takes control, escorting me to a ritual bathing chamber. I hoped the nuptials were going to begin immediately but I was mistaken. As I descend into the bathing pool one of the old priestess gasped at seeing my slave brand. I smile and say, I am no longer a slave other than to my love for Isabel. They giggle and push me under the water scrubbing me with scented soaps, washed head to toe. Then I dry myself and dress in my wedding attire, Isabel must took slightly longer to. Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how one looked at it, Lyndsy had finally severed the last tie with Trey—her on again and off again ex-fiancée. Their entire relation ship had been based on a pissing contest, since Trey was very old fashioned and hated Lyndsy’s lucrative career. She was convinced his male chauvinist pride could not handle the fact that she was more successful in her career than him, and that she made a hell of a lot more money. So, when she walked in to find him. The two couldn't even make it through a simple run to the corner store without Casey embarrassing the hell out of him."Oh and it gets better." Casey promised, "Its a party pack. It comes with normal and special condoms. I wonder if any of them glow in the dark?" He asked. Always an impulsive one Casey tore open the box and fished out one of the condoms."You can't open that?" An alarmed Kenneth blurted out. Terrified of the potential consequences Kenneth guilty glanced at the female shopkeeper.