“Does this feel wrong?” she asked when nothing happened.“Yes. Sorry.”“Do you think it’s filthy?”“Yes.”“And yet, you’ve been drea...ing about this, haven’t you? Fantasising. That’s why you’re here, to live out your fantasy.”“Yes but—”“Just do it. Piss in my mouth like they do in the porn you watch.”“I don’t watch that sort of—”“Yes, you do. You love it. You love this.” She drew a breath. “So do I. It turns me on. Does it turn you on?”“Yes.”“Then take a chance, live the fantasy. Fill my mouth with. We did not say anything till I finished my coffee and said I have clothes to pick up from the Laundromat and walked away thanking her. About an hour had passed; I was getting a hard on thinking about how she must have been masturbating using that rabbit. I folded the washed clothes in my closet and was getting ready to leave to pick up some groceries when I heard a knock at the door. I opened and saw Meera aunty there. I let her come in and she started looking around the apartment and then. Cindy Brook, she’s a very special girl indeed - somewhat akin to Lucy, but from a very different perspective.” The girl fidgeted in feminine fashion, crossing her shapely legs and waving a tall Stiletto as she prepared to be outed, her pert breasts heaving as she squirmed. Joyce took a sharp intake of breath as she studied the sweetly feminine facial features, the soft and shapely hour-glass body that most women would die for, not daring to believe what Kay insinuated, the girl’s face reddening. Now let me show you how the bed table works.”There were exercises Hethemtima was expected to do, starting right now, that would help to strengthen her limbs and her heart and lungs. She would be much heavier where she was going, and she needed to be strong enough to stand upright and move normally so as not to attract unwanted attention.The marvelous bed table that was her cradle provided her with handholds for her to push and pull against for the purpose of exercising. The handles appeared.