IVY COULDN'T HELP but have mixed feelings right then. She'd never beena fan of Bob... as Holly had said - he was a jack-ass! But she hadworked with hi... for a long time - so it pained her to watch helplesslyon the video as his body bled out from a wound that even an instantinjection of nanites would do no good on.That being said, he was a bastard for having done that to that poorgirl! She'd heard of Tippy Toes before from parents of patients, andhad never met a little who'd been through there. Well, that would teach her to do as she was told by Miss Wilson and no mistaking that, she told herself.Emma was crying again as she lowered her dress and was still sniffing back tears as she thanked Miss Wilson for caning her. She then left the study, confirmed to the secretary she had received twelve strokes and one on her hand, watched as she filled in the necessary page confirming the punishment had been given, and then Emma left the study.As Emma walked along the corridor, she thought just. After what seemed like minutes, my orgasm waned, but Geoff stayed locked on my cock the entire time, obviously wanting, like me for him, to milk me of every last drop. At long last, the twitching ebbed, and he pulled off. He looked up at me, and then as if on cue, we both looked over at his wife. The sight was somewhat humorous. She was still sitting in the position that I had seen her before, leaning on the sink for support, her covered right breast in her free hand. The funny part was that we. How did he know? What sorcery was this? He stood smiling “pick up the doll Sandra. Pick it up and feel it’s power” he said. She hesitated. “I know you want to. I know how it excites you. Pick it now” he insisted. Although afraid of what he knew about her the urges that welled up inside would not be denied. She walked around and found the doll. She stared at it. A voice inside her head said “squeeze it” and she did. Again the penis appeared and she grabbed it. Immediately it was like an electric.