I may not be so amenable." Clarice warned.Dashwood nodded, he then followed Clarice into the manse. As he walked, dark thoughts ran through him. 'I sh...ll delight in personally removing her delusions of grandeur once this pretence is over. Remove them I will, with relish and delight; should she want it or not.' When Clarice turned, Dashwood beamed a sycophantic smile.They sat in the study, Clarice behind the Reverend's polished desk and Dashwood schoolboy-like before it."Do you think the. ThanksCecil. Still I think that the test went pretty well, and I know that youare happy with your suit," the fake Craig replied."Err well, yes," Craig could exactly admit that he wasn't Cecil in thefake Diana suit. If he did then the real Diana would probably chuck himout and he'd be homeless with no money. He was stuck being Diana, whilstthe real Diana continued playing her games, whatever they were. For nowhe would have to put up and shut up and keep a low profile until he couldfind a way out. I looked down at her and expected her to be looking at me angrily. Instead I found her licking my cum of her lips while smiling at me. As we exchanged smiles, Steve felt it was time to continue. “Bend over, Rick.” I did as he asked. I bent over at a desk and he quickly lined up his cock with my ass. I was starting to wonder why he hadn’t fucked Jenny and was so focused at me, but I have to say that I enjoyed every second of it. He pushed his cock inside me again and I knew he wouldn’t last. I promise to drop the story." You are not re-educated yet. Now go to the en suite and do what youhave to do."I allowed him rope to move and listened while he farted and evacuatedhis bowels.He reappeared. I noticed that he was now erect, his member protrudingunder the baby nightie."You seem to like being tethered. Did you know you had masochistictendencies Jemima?"He blushed almost crimson. "I can't help it, I am so ashamed," heblurted."Do I have to handcuff you or do you promise to be good?".