Faith waited for what felt like hours, then checked her watch again. 7:59pm.One more minute and she'd see Buffy again for the first time in six years....Her watch beeped on the hour. 8:00pm. Faith jumped up and looked towards the gate. She saw a flash of blonde hair through the opening, but then lost her nerve. She couldn't face Buffy, after all. She turned and ran for the front door.Buffy saw Faith running, and her heart nearly stopped, until she decided to forget about collecting her bags and. There's a voice, must be the rider of the moped shouting to someone."Get an ambulance!"Then nothing, just darkness and eventually the sensation of movement. Am I in a coma or just a sort of half sleep. Voices, indistinct but insistent."I know but look at the paperwork, must be some kind of private clinic." Well I can see why he was keeping it hidden down the front of his jacket." There's this card too, in the event of emergency please contact Consultant named below." Well, I suppose we'd better. Her vagina was covered in black hair concealing her young *ussy. "Damn" was all I could get out. She smelled so good too. After a few moments of swaying slightly from side to side she wrapped herself back in the towel and stepped off back down the hallway, looking back at me as she entered her dark bedroom. I sat there pondering a moment, a portion of me said that was enough, enjoy what you just got dude. Another portion of me (the 9 inch slab of meat in my shorts that was as hard as wood now). Before she realised that herprone position provided Uncle Dan with a perfect opportunity to applythe crop once more, Susan heard a second, loud "swish" and pain coursedthrough her again, making her scream into her gag.Her mind had hardly registered the pain from being struck a secondtime, when a third and then a fourth lash from the crop, cracked loudlyon her cheeks. Her nylon-covered legs shot out smoothly from under herand she lay on her tummy, trapping her right arm beneath her, as shecried.