And so it begins, two large pots of water, and then comes the painting.  She removes her boots - comfy as they were - and does as she is asked.  Painted on her hands and crotch, she rubbed her hands and feet on the large urn, smearing some of the paint on her hand.  Kneeling then, she moved in close, holding the urn, and slowly humping it a bit, getting the paint on there like she was supposed to.  The whole ordeal had her quite warm inside, hoping the shaman's agreement on cock after was legit.<br/><br/>Standing then, she lifted it, and let it rest firmly against her body.  Lifting... it was almost effortless to hold, she could have done it with one hand even, but she restrained herself from that for the moment.  More paint on there, holding it... what did she have to do now though?