“Now let’s see your brand,” he says, while very graciously leading me to a low, small table, where he motions for me to bend over. I’m still in shock from the burn, and there’s no fight in me. Following this order obediently, I bend at the waist, reach down to put my hands on the table, and wait as my dress is lifted to my waist and the brand on my ass is thoroughly inspected. The blond man approves and lets me up—though not before he runs his palm over my bottom. The s****l thrill riles me bone deep. “You have the afternoon free?” he asks.
“I do now,” I say.
“Good,” he smiles. “You’ll be taking care of my friends,” he gestures broadly toward the watching room. It’s a small crowd, just six, but enough to keep me busy for a while.
I’m naked on my knees seconds later, crawling from man
