How she wished she could go back to those times before all this had happened to her.kimmy came back across the room and Mary's breath caught in her th...oat. She was dressed in Amy's favorite red dress and her hair was pulled back just the way Amy wore hers. For a second she thought it was Amy before she realized it was kimmy made up to look like her.Mrs. Simon lead the two over to a couch placed along the wall. She outlined again what was expected of Mary and reminded her that a substitute was. Once again he did as he was told and bent over exposing his naked ass to her for the second time that evening with his balls and cock tied tight in the Arab Strap, hanging down beneath his ass cheeks. The Dom produced a good sized butt plug and after spitting on his asshole several times slowly inserted it. The butt plug was an expanding blow up model, with a tube hanging out of the base leading to a ‘squeezy’ rubber bulb with a button on it’s tip. By squeezing the bulb the plug expanded in his. The first morning I was there, after breakfast sister Bridgette came in with a washbasin and washcloth and said I was getting a bath in bed. Now she was hardly out of her teens, wore the white wimple of a novice, and had green eyes, traces of red hair peeking out of her headgear, and a delightful Irish brogue.She efficiently soaped and rinsed my face, arms, legs and torso, all the time chattering about her life in Ireland before coming to the States. I assumed we were done, but then she. Just know that you are dying for a good cause. Mine. I know what you’re worried about. Don’t be. It’s a natural part of dying. Don’t be embarrassed. Just relax. Ah, there it is. You’ve shit yourself. It’s okay. That wasn’t so bad, now was it? How does it feel? Better? I know it does. It’s all over now. You know it is??Faster, Trish, he’s going. I know?Erica, the smell?but its almost over. It’s natural, it’s good. Don’t try to hold it in, baby. Don’t try to hold anything in. Tighter, Steff..