I couldn’t believe my luck. I maximized the hottest photo (bikini on the beach, youch!), and answered the call.It was some bullshit about an ext...ra shift or something, but my cock was so hard by now, and I listened to her voice and looked at the photo. But the conversation was too quick, when she said goodbye, I was breathing heavily and just managed to push out the words; ‘don’t hang up!’‘Oh my!’ her reaction changed, she was less serious, and more bubbly. Not only had had Vestus's agony from her branding been felt by the other bitches but so had her devine healing abilities. Though most of this healing ability was cancelled by the enchanted branded iron used to permanently mark the left side of Vestus's ass cheek her's and the other's brands were now healed to the point they wouldn't feel any more physical pain from these slave markings.--Once the bitches were awake they were marched before the crowd so they could see the bitches' brands on last. Hidden from prying eyes Witches, Warlocks, Ghosts, Spectres, Druids andPagans gather to complete their plans made for this one eveningpunishments for those who deserve them for their actions towards othersover the last year; for even longer in the case of one well deservingindividual, Mr. Oliver Brandon. Deserving, but not in a good way.Rewards for those whose actions are to help others, asking nothing forthemselves, giving and not taking. Mr. Samuel Anderson is one of theseindividuals. Samuel. A SKG big sister was rooting through the clothing, pulling out offending garments and discarding them. The mantra from the big sisters was, 'An SKG girl would rather be naked than be caught wearing this'. It seemed to apply to everything from cotton bikini panties to bobby socks to cashmere sweaters.It most certainly applied to flannel nightgowns, terry cloth robes, and pajamas of any material. I stood before Raluca, who was my big sister as well as the pledge mistress, and did my best to keep.