After that day in the hospital my thoughts kept creeping back to what had happened with my friends mum would i see her again, would she come and play ...ith me again well as you probably can tell it wasnt long befor my thoughts were answered (else i wouldnt be writing this would i).About a week or so later in she walked in to the ward where i was, my eyes nearly poped out my head as she came and sat next to me, she was weiring a summer dress which hung loose she looked great in it we said hi and. She sat silently, glaring at him."Hmm, no? Alright then. Keep up the great work, Carol." Her only satisfaction was in the look of dissatisfaction on his miserable face as he left her office.She had to get out of here. If she didn't, she knew she was going to go mad, or worse...She drove around the city for a bit, not paying attention to where she was going, until she found herself in her own driveway. The sun was still up, and she knew that Adam hadn't gone to bed yet. It might be possible that. “T-two,” I breathed.The lash came down again, striking its mark unerringly. I screamed out, “Three!”Miss Krieger shook her head. “No, Miss Gringsworth, you are wrong. It cannot be ‘three’ until you have properly counted ‘one.’” With that she cut down again with the lash directly on my swollen clitoris.“One! One! Oh, god, one!”“Very good, Miss Gringsworth. We will now continue with a proper count.”To my credit, I managed to maintain the count despite the pain. Each time I felt I might. It belonged inside me, wriggling and writhing, working into the dark depths that no man’s cock could ever go. “Cari, please fuck my cunt, please…” I was begging her, but she only smiled and shook her head, stroking my lips with her tongue. Her face glistened with my juices, making her perfect skin glitter in the light. “Please,” I said weakly, doing away with any dignity I had managed to retain. She nodded, and I quickly felt the pressure of her tongue pushing into my cunt. My lips were pushed.