This was true but unfortunately it had thirteen parts. Sheila was becoming very uncomfortable and scared at the prospect of being burned thirteen time...s. She walked hesitantly to the foot of the altar, where George disrobed her. She was a stunning woman with a faultless body. Now that body would be branded with the logo of the Corporation, which would indicate she was a used slave. The altar was on a forty-five degree angle so that both the slaves and masters could observe the actual burning of. She deftly wiggled her hips and spread her smooth tanned thighs for me. I exhaled as I saw her white panties were showing her pink pussy on one side and two of my fingers instantly penetrated her wetness. My abruptness caught her by surprise and she froze before moaning with her eyes closed. I moved my fingers roughly inside her soft warmth and made her pussy mound move. She tossed her head from side to side as though in a gibbering trance. I pressed my other hand on her chest, then up to her. I was clearly ready to unload what felt like a gallon of Michael Milk deep inside my sister, er ... my lover.“Pow, pow ... pow ... pow,” I said breaking loose and filling her deep fantastic kitty. I stopped, so she could feel my emptying inside her.“It’s so warm, it feels so damn good. It’s been a while, but you know how to give a girl a good time, Michael Thomas.”“Nobody came in to stop us, do you think we are in trouble?” I asked.“Don’t know and don’t care,” she said gasping for air. “That. Fire was the only real worry, but the hard wood would be difficult to get started burning. A couple of extra water barrels and buckets would be a good idea in case they did have to fight a fire.Speaking of fire, there could be trouble if the main house was set on fire. He would get some water barrels and buckets placed around the house in strategic locations just in case there was a fire at the main house. It, too, was made of hard wood and would be difficult to ignite, but there was always.