A bulletin board at the entrance posted news and announcements. Under the roof was a reception desk and a cafeteria with steam tables and metal trays ...nd wicker tables and chairs scattered around a cement floor. A book shelf in one corner was crowded with well-worn paperback novels. Like Joseph, her driver, the African at the reception desk wore a brilliantly white shirt and greeted her with a big smile. “Ah, yes. Mrs. Sanders. We have a very nice place for you to live.”She signed the register.. ‘Ugh, Ugh’, she grunted with each velvety rebound.My body now felt very long and skinny, like my 175 pounds had been stretched from six feet to nine. The queasiness was eroding away and each taste of Rachel had become an ambrosial delight. Every lick, every suck seemed to last, every taste savored over. And I was now painfully aware of my cock; it felt fat and hard and heavy like a piece of waterlogged lumber.After what seemed like an hour of energetic pussy-eating, although it was probably. After a day of rest which Christy and Matt insisted upon, Marianne was anxious to start her new job. Matt briefed her on answering the phone and soon Marianne was doing the scheduling of appointments. She also quickly learned how to keep the books and gradually began assisting in some of the procedures. Marianne, who had never had a pet of her own, fell in love with all the animals which were brought in for treatment. Although she remained shy, she nevertheless began making great strides in not. As the fourth stroke landed, comments were being made, increasingly loudly, encouraging Angela to cane even harder, as well as making it clear that they all thought that a good lesson was being learned by Kinkyhelen as she was secured to the caning horse. More comments like that were made as the fifth stroke landed, and then, when the sixth stroke landed which as always was by far the hardest stroke of them all, so the diners cheered. Kinkyhelen was breathing deeply and sobbing straight after.