Wilks.” I said. “Lead the way!”Often to entertain myself I would talk to her in an overly sarcastic tone but she never seemed to mind… or she ...idn’t notice; either way I didn’t care.We went into the bathroom where I had to reach up and grab a feather duster which for some reason I thought was placed there. As I stretched up for it, I looked in the cabinet mirror and saw Mrs. Wilks staring down at my ass! Not sure what to think I grabbed the duster and handed it to her.“Thank you dear! You’re. First, just in case (I know how you always told me to prepare ahead of time... ) we each took about three massive soapy enemas to clean ourselves out all the way. I taste-tested her bum with the first inch or so of my tongue, and she was as clean as a whistle! Then she did the same to me and I swear I felt her tongue up into my kidneys! We've been practicing with butt plugs for a couple of months, and I'm proud to report that I've trained my bum almost as well as you have, Mum! I can open to a. I began rubbing up and down on her back and caressing her hair gently. I tried doing my best to reassure her that everything will be ok. “Hun let’s get through the MRI first. The doctor will be able to tell you more once they read the MRI. Isn’t that right nurse?” I said as calmly as possible.“Yes sir. They will be coming to take her to the MRI lab. You can go with her, if you would like, but you will have to wait in the control office with the technician since the MRI uses high magnetic forces. He always made sure to watch until his daughter had gone up the steps and disappeared into the building. Amy was the closest reminder he had to his late wife Kirstin. It had been also six years since they had lost her in a car accident and he still missed her every day. Amy was growing up to be more and more like her mother with every passing year. The similarities were stinging at times.Spencer and Amy had left Washington D.C. where he had worked as a lobbyist and moved to upstate New York..