“They look so similar I want their names branded on the side of amateur their buttocks. An actual brand, not a mark. Boobs for her,” (he indicates me) “and Tits for the other one.” “Branding – How old school!” the doctor smiles, reaching to a box on a high shelf. “I’ve got something for that - haven’t used this baby for a while. Not much call for it these days.” The most painful part is thus saved for last - branding, a red hot wire and inch high and two long spelling my demeaning new title pressed and held against the cheek of pov my buttock while I shriek and writhe in agony. Gods, it feels as though it’s set me on fire! My nostrils flare japanese with the smell of my own burnt flesh. With the earlier treatments my agony was brief, but this time the heat is real and it barely fades from its peak once the brand is withdrawn. In the aftermath of blowjob suffering I weep with misery. Such humiliation – knowing I now have the word “Boobs” on my rump. “From now, on I order you to know yourself and each other asian only as Tits and Boobs, and to forget your former names,” Klink tells us while the wire is being reconfigured for my sister. I look at my owner with fresh indignation. This is barbaric – they can’t order me to forget my very identity. My name is… And my eyes widen in horror as I look to my twin. My twin, Tits. With increasing desperation I scrabble round for a memory like I’m an insect scrambling to escape a trap. My name is… my name is… But the first one I latch on - early childhood, a teacher giving me a task, she simply says “Boobs, show us on the screen.” Over my sister’s shriek as she’s burnt with the iron comes the next memory of my mother’s exasperation as she inspects the bruises and torn clothing of her squabbling offspring: “Tits! Boobs! Stop fighting each other.” No! I had another name once, at least I think I did, but it’s gone. There’s only my new title branded into my flank. And they’ve done the same to my beloved sister. Tits has been marked. Is that all? The medic is reaching for the buckles around her ankles. Slowly the layers of Tits’ restraints come away and she can move. Freed, she gingerly touches the angry oozing brand that scars the perfect luscious curve of her buttock. Even doing that she’s stunningly graceful. It’s more comfy.” Dee said to me and I went to sit on the bed which was at the side of her computer table. I felt happy and sad; happy that no one had seen Kate cumming and sad that no one had seen Kate cumming. “Ooh, I see you're having fun without me.” Well, who isn’t, these days? "I don’t need a niece just yet," signed Ron “Seems weird it would have gotten this close to camp”. I know you don't want to hear this, but this chick ain't called ya in a week and you don't think blowjob she's out with an old boyfriend. “They fornicate willingly enough when they wish to, whether sober or inebriated, My Lord,” Carruthers interjected. I could see that my spunk was still leaking amateur out of her hole pov and japanese that made me curious about the combined tastes, so I bent my head down towards her crack and smelled her sex which was not as ‘sweet’ as May’s but was somehow more arousing and I could also smell my spunk mingled in. This didn’t put me off and I stuck my tongue in her slit just below her hole and slid my tongue up and into her hole. “Are you sure?” Julia asked me, emerald eyes filled with hope. At asian first, the two sisters took turns licking and sucking each other's breasts, and then later moved on to eating each other's pussies. It was incredible. My heart soared with such excitement.