Low cut and thin. The shorts were a pair of my husband’s work jeans I had cut down. They were short enough to be Daisy Duke’s but were loose in th... crotch area. With my bubble butt they tended to slide around a bit and if you got a peek from the right angle they hid even less than the tank top. With me bending over to put the groceries in the truck the kid must be getting a good look at my smooth shaved slit. I admit I had to smile just a bit at the thought.I grabbed the last bags and decided. I strip each piece of her extravagant outfit off, taking a moment to feel up each newly exposed part of her. She’s a jewelry fanatic, and it suits her well, so I leave every bit of it on her—the multiple wooden bracelets, rings, chain necklace, and big ear rings. I wish I could have a picture of her like this. I’d put it on my wall, in black and white, with a nice frame, and I’d never feel shame for adoring it. I push her into the lush warmth of the shower, and she moans softly, the only sound. Not only did I have Master’s punishment ahead of me, but seven days of Dr. Johnson’s “therapy” all after I endured the rest of this exam!When Dr. Johnson returned, he had a large rubber ass plug in his hand. It was long and had graduated bulbs up the stem. He began to lube it up with generous amounts of gel. I looked to Master and he smiled back at me. I had never taken a plug that large before.As Dr. Johnson pressed it slowly into my ass, I relaxed and focused on accepting the plug inside me.. "I felt nauseated. Were they honestly going to push me that far? My wifegave me the answer when she aimed a forefinger at me, then held up onehand to flick her tongue between two parted fingers, and finally pointedto the juncture of her attractive legs. It was a simple message. Youget your tongue busy down there. I sniffled but moved onto the foot ofthe bed. With both of them grinning maliciously at me, I moved closer tomy target.Mike said, "I don't think he'll do it. No guy could sink.