These braves were costumed in the identical minimal dress Winston had, except that they both also had long, sharp hunting knives in sheaths tied to th...ir thighs by leather straps.Winston had spent much of the afternoon drinking ceremonial cups of a potion that largely consisted of alcohol and herbs from the forest collected for their propensity to numb and block pain. The day before he had been plied with purgatives that emptied and purified his internal systems and had his channel packed with. He had her turn and do a swirl so that he could detect the slight sound of the bells between her thighs.The accounts of his friends had re-enforced the guild's belief that here they had a piece of property worth a very great deal of money. John had at last reached the same conclusion and the pictures of her branding had, for him, been the turning point. He had asked Tom to arrange to have a brooch made and charged to the guild and for Tom to give the brooch together with a letter to Kim, asking. (That by the way, was a fortune back in the early sixties.) Would you be interested?" she asked.I was flabbergasted. I quickly calculated in my head and all I saw was $15.00 or even $20.00 for a few hours work, and answered without thinking."Yes ma'am. I would," I said excitedly. "Good. Come see me next Saturday morning, and we'll talk," she said grasping my hand softly, then retreating inside and closing the door. I didn't even think about the implications of her hiring "Sylvia" at first. The. . no ... no ... nooooo ... aaaghh ... yes ... ooohhh ... yes ... yes ... YES!” The wave of lust rose to its peak and broke over Simone. Her frenziedly pounding bottom no longer pounded. It was still, simply quaking. She sobbed and shuddered, head down on Cassim’s chest. And, as the tide of lust slowly retreated, the flood of total shame and degradation came racing in, reducing her to a torrent of tears.Then a stillness suddenly fell over her as she became aware that the root of maleness within.