Her legs were spread as wide as she could get them as she lied on her bed, a thick towel folded double under her ass. She knew that she would need it....She had learned how to make herself very wet and she had soaked her sheets several times. She was tired of having to wash them. The towel now prevented that. Well, except when she squirted her orgasm. That was a different story.She moved her finger in circles inside her hot dripping wet cavity. One finger was always enough for her. Her vagina had. Be gentle but be thorough and be slow.....make meenjoy you love."Well, this was very hard to do as i just saw an old lady lying there buti forced myself to do it. I couldn't believe this old lady still hadsexual feelings and desires. After a long time and no sign of her movingor making a sound she pushed me away, And no sign of an orgasm."Get away love.....get a warm washcloth and clean me."After i cleaned her she extended her hand and i helped her out of bed andredressed her. Picking up the. Do you understand?"He glared at her defiantly, so Chantel brought out the cattle prod again. He recoiled, but it was too late. She was determined. She zapped him. Once. Twice. She felt a seed of mercy, but it didn't blossom, even as she saw tears roll down his face. Training was training, and disobedience, she knew, was entirely unacceptable."I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please stop. Please."She stopped, leaned over and kissed him several times. There was a time for the fist, and a time for the hand.. I had a million questions. Did she like it? Were the characters well developed? Did I get the extra half-point for my grade? “It’s a good first effort,” she said. First effort? Shit! That could only mean it needs a second effort. “Now please don’t consider criticism to be negative when it is intended to help you make this better. I’m not going to use words like ‘I like it’ or ‘I don’t like it’. That’s irrelevant to our discussion. My personal tastes are not at issue. I’ll try to keep this as.