Stripping off his heavy leather overcoat, he began walking around thebodies, softly chanting an ancient ritual in the sylvan language. He hadalmost su...ceeded in getting his friends killed before, but usually oneor two of them had survived, and he couldn't go through with his ideawhen that happened. So most of the time he had been resigned to help theother survivors drag the bodies back for resurrection, or an applicationof raise dead. But this time, in the tomb-vault of King Theodred theMad,. A bit later stepping to Michel for a final check she gladly allowed thelarge glass toy to enter her rear opening.Mistress had set out their garments and Pia started to dress."No dear I want to prepare you. Sit for me while I do your face."Pia couldn't see her face while Mistress worked and before dressing hersub, Mistress placed a soft blindfold over the subs eyes. After herMistress helped Pia with the dressing only then did she release theblindfold and allow her to move to the mirror. Pia. She chirped with delight “See, wasn’t that easy?” She turned around and while hooking herself back up with her hands behind her back, encouraged me “Do it again only this time go under the shirt first. Never try to open a bra through the blouse.”The second time I had her bra off in a couple of seconds. She looked at me “Now Connie might like you more.”“I don’t know, she didn’t turn her back to let me like you just did.”My pretty younger sister looked cautiously into my eyes “Maybe if you try. Once I was naked, she didn't make anycomment on 'what she had to work with', for which I was grateful.Instead she grabbed a bottle of a rather foul-smelling lotion that shestarted to slather over my body. When I moved to help her, she slappedmy hand away, saying that she needed to make sure she had everythingcovered.Eventually, once everything was covered, (and I mean EVERYTHING, belowthe eyebrows at least), I began to feel a tingling sensation whichquickly became a rather painful burning.