He called you earlier than you thought. You confused him by saying don’t knock on the door until the blinds up stairs are pulled to the side. You kn...ew what you were doing but he didn’t. Once your husband left you ran upstairs with excitement. Hoping the day was going to go the way you want it to. It was only minutes after you pulled the blinds aside you heard a knock at the door. Your adrenaline was pumping and your pussy was getting wet thinking what could happen.Answering the door you were. On its end is a three inch tall letter 'S'. It matches all the 'S' brands on all of the marked slaves. The end of the rod bearing the 'S' is red hot. I know the second it touches me my skin will fry. But, that's the purpose of branding. A brand is supposed to be a permanent body marking that will not wash or wear off."OK, slut," the slave with the branding iron says to me. "Spread your legs as wide as you can. I want to see your pretty little clit smiling back at me. Failure to do so will earn. She was perfect because she less than pure herself, though he wondered where the guilt came from sometimes, given that he felt so little and thought so much. The train set off and the commuters engaged in their ritual sleeping, chatting and vacant looks out of the window. There were many pointless stops en route but he knew that office girls only ever went to Lexington, in fact it was the only city that still seemed to be hiring, so he had all the time he could want. He closed his eyes and saw. ”“Well, me ‘n the brothers are gonna get more for our trouble than two bars of gold, you can bet your ass on that,” Joon said.“That’s up to the three of you, here’s what I got figured out from the ride through we did this morning. I figure if we try to hit the train while it’s stopped, the Marshals will have the drop on us before we can get close to the gold car. If we wait til it rolls on out east a ways, we can ride up behind it on our horses and be in the caboose car before they know we’re.