? May I seeher please?? ?Of course, hold on.??Beatrice walked over to the metal exam table where the young woman wassplayed open.? Her head was strapp...ddown, a ball gag in her mouth.? Her armswere over her head and stretched and cuffed, her back arched, her titshigh.? Her waist also had a strap on it,holding her tightly.? Her feet were inthe stirrups with her thighs, knees, and ankles tied in place.? Her legs were spread open, showing the newlyshaven cunt.? The tears were stilldripping down her. With one hand pressed to the injury, i looked back round to see that her smile had turned into a frown. "In private, slut, you will call me by my title... and lower your eyes!" she snarled.Taking the hint, i swiftly dropped my gaze. "i am sorry, Mistress," i responded."And my convenience has nothing to do with it. I've already checked your rota and you will arrive at my house between seven thirty and eight tomorrow evening - no later or you will regret it. Am I clear?" Yes, Mistress," i replied. I was clearly a nice set of lingerie she was warring. The evening advanced and we ended up talking about masturbation during the long and many evenings alone. It was not surprising that we got aroused speaking about this topic. She had a nice red blush on her buddy and my pens was more filed than usual. As the bear started to do its work I needed to go to the toiled so I excused me for a moment. Off course she set with here soft sexy voice. And while I was getting up my swollen man hood clearly. Wondering what could be the reason that Ms. Barrington was taking her over there she thought I wish I could just jump out of the car and kill myself.As she stood beside Ms. Barrington in front of Mr. Wilson’s door she was shocked when the counselor reached into her purse, pulled out her keys, gave a tap on the door and inserted one of her keys into the lock, and opened the door. “We’re here Bruce,” she called as they walked in and closed the door behind them.Mr. Wilson came into the room on.