As with most of BJ's life at that time, his self-harm attempt didn't work out, and BJ was washed up on the banks of the river a couple of clicks downs...ream. He was found unconscious and transported to a clinic, where he underwent a series of tests.BJ's brain was found to be in exceptionally good order, considering the years of drug and alcohol abuse to which he had subjected himself. A single word phone call was all it took and BJ was secretly spirited away and records of his stay at the clinic. She did not sleep at all that Sunday night, and had eventually got up and sat in the kitchen thinking about delivering no nonsense corporal punishment to young women. Eventually, the ex-Head Girl gave up on the idea of getting any sleep and read and re-read all the information that Karen had sent her about the job.Once it was light, Joanne had showered and tied her hair up. She applied some discreet make-up and dressed in her work clothes, telling Peter that her boss liked her admin staff to. He could feel her gagging and held her there as she struggled against him. “Take it deep you little whore, gag on it!” He released her and she gasped for air, spit and come drooling out of her mouth. She voluntarily took him deep into her mouth again, fucking her own mouth with his cock, r****g herself, gagging herself. Now kneeling she looked up at him, her face streaked in his juices, her eyes pleading, pleading for sexual release.“You need my fist don’t you you need my fist up your cunt to. She had thought about it for a second.“Not now?” she had said hesitantly.“Okay. Next time,” I had said, and sure enough, when we got into the bedroom a couple of days later she had spent a long time in the bathroom before coming out with it when she returned.“How do you want me?” she said.“On all fours,” I replied and she immediately got into position. I licked her bum and she soaked up the sensation but didn’t betray her feelings. It was enough for me. She had allowed me to do the most.