She seemed to be much better at it than on the previous night. Maybe my standing up was a better position for her because she easily took my cock down...her throat. She still gagged but kept at it.I took her head in my hands and fucked her throat for about five minutes, then said, “Let’s go to bed, Beth.”She stood up, kissed me, and said, “Okay.”As I led her to my bedroom, she removed her red sweater to reveal a pair of very nice and plump boobs. Then she quickly pushed down her shorts to reveal. You're currently atWilliamson Psychiatric Hospital, if that makes you feel any better." Iremembered passing it on the way in, it was about 10 minutes out of town."I reactivated this hospital to corner the market on a particular need,I give the rich their deceased sons and daughters back. You will leavehere in 6 months time, but not as Scott, you will leave here as CaitlinEckhardt, the deceased 16yo daughter of Colin and Evelyn Eckhardt," hetold me as I begin struggling again, anything to escape. Our plans were unraveling fast. Jim was about to lose his job and we had the added expense of the lawyer and the court fees for his DUI. To say I was pissed was an understatement. Jim got to the office late and when Mike asked him where he had been he told him about the DUI. Mike asked him if he thought about the offer and Jim told him he wouldn't ask me to do it. Mike then suggested that he had a friend at the police department who could 'lose' his case file so that I would never be. Denied, and dribbling down his chin and neck, onto the floor... cooling... "Now," Mistress said, "Clean up this mess. With your tongue, slave. Every drop. Lick it up -- but you're NOT allowed to swallow!" She chuckled. "Your punishment. Spit EVERY drop into the toilet. Then do your usual clean-up." She reached a hand into the bathwater and splashed it a couple of times. "And wash yourself up. You're disgusting! You can use TWO handfuls of my bathwater, no more!" Yes, Mistress," vomit.