..”Then the finger slid out of her. Suzanne opened her eyes and looked down at him. Then he pressed his finger against her rear. Her mouth formed a ...arge, silent O. She had kind of expected THAT, but not now, not this soon. “Mine, all mine” he said softly and kissed the inside of her thigh. His finger was knuckle-deep inside her poor rear now. His finger began to fuck her ass-hole. Then she snapped loudly for air. He was pressing two of his fingers into her behind now. Even if she had wanted to. I’m breaking up with you. Have your shit out by the end of the day.”Her heart sank into her stomach. She deleted her message and began to type a very demure response. An apology. She begged him not to break up with her. She couldn’t lose him, couldn’t lose the security he provided. With her job, she would not be able to afford rent anywhere else. She promised never to go through his things again.Smash!A sudden jolt rocked her small car. Her head jerked up, and her phone fell into the passenger. I was again rewarded with a bright smile and a contented sigh, before she continued."First off, you are to go to the costume shop downtown and buy a maid's uniform. While you're there, buy a blonde wig as well. Once that is done, get some pink lipstick and some press on nails. Then you are to purchase a douche/enema bag and a small anal plug. I think the adult novelty store a couple blocks from here will have some. Have you got all of that so far?"I was staring at her with my mouth wide open,. ‘Wendy, talk to me! Are you OK?’ ‘No!’ Wendy sobbed again. ‘Are you hurt?’ ‘No!’ Amy paused. ‘Wendy, can you get back to Chicago?’ ‘No!’ ‘Wendy, I need something else out of you besides ‘no’. Why can’t you come back?’ ‘I’m broke!’ Suddenly Wendy broke into a series of sobs. Amy paused, wondering what to do next. Finally she realized that she needed to find out where Wendy was staying. ‘Wendy, do you have a place to stay?’ ‘No!’ ‘Can you see a motel from where you are?’ ‘…There’s a Jackpot Inn…’.