First thing you may have noticed is I changed the name slightly. I just like Futanari better than Shemale personally. If you know the original then yo... know the ages where lower then what this site allows, so I've gone to the liberty of upping the characters ages. While I don't think this will cause too much issue with the chapters, it does mean that the majority if not all of the younger sisters path is pretty much out the window. (They wouldn't make any sense with her being older.) Which is. Through the eyelashes of her partially open eyes, she could see Mason standing motionless only a couple of yards in front of her, quietly studying her most intimate spot. She quickly removed her fingers and the folds of her labia closed leaving a gap to be pondered. She often played with herself unconsciously whenever she was seated comfortably in her favorite position, but he wasn’t supposed to catch her in the act, at least not yet. She was embarrassed as well as worried that she may have. I am ordered to turn round, and my veil is lifted. I look at my maidwho is carrying a number of leather articles. She mumbles sorry, andtells me that she has to prepare me for my execution. I see tears inher eyes. She asks me to turn round, I do so, and I realise that she isbustling my train. I feel the increased weight at my waist.A voice tells her to hurry up, as it will be sunset soon.She takes my hand and leads me over to the back of the cart. Thepriestess (who's "idea" this was) helps me. He wanted to understand the force that had come from so deep within him, driving him to action. As the search results arrived he chose the first one, which opened a page full of images. He saw women bound to tables, hanging from chains, ropes tightly wound around their bodies, images of women bent over, black and purple bruises spreading across their bare flesh. The images made his skin crawl and he quickly pushed the back button. “I’m definitely not into that,” he told himself firmly. He.