She sounded like her mom, almost. Patient, but stern. Or just stubborn, maybe. I think she had already made her mind up to leave. But she didn’t eve... hint it to me or anything.”“What about mad?” I asked more calmly than I felt.“You mean angry? I don’t know. Her mom always came off like she was angry at people, but Jennifer always said it was just her way. I don’t think Jennifer was mad at you. I think she was just scared and was just doing what she thought she had to do.”“Last year Joey found. "Open," Mistress demanded, in a loving, but somewhat harsh tone. She pulled the plug from my mouth, spilling some saliva down my chin and onto my bare chest. "Present yourself, pet," Mistress instructed. I fell forward onto my elbows, making sure to arch my back as best I could. My knees widened a little as I pushed my ass high into the air. The feeling of having my privates exposed was cruelly intoxicating. I was finally free of my chastity, but unable to touch myself. Instead, a room of. From the talking soon followed the casual glances and a brief touch, perhaps a hand upon my arm. It took quite some time before Betty-Lou was laughing with me, her hand reaching across to pat the back of mine. I knew if I go to fast, this one would quickly be gone. Something was the matter with this woman, and a remote part of me wanted to help, the other part said stick to business.My new friend and I talked for almost a full hour, I beginning the perfect listener, while I comfortably let her. ... with COLDwater AND a bigger bag. I'd been trained to handle these early morningenemas and knew that I could usually hold the contents inside of me,until I waddled out to the toilet to expel them, but this morning it wastaking all my will power and concentration to do it. This morning was a really hard struggle and I was glad when mum cameback in and removed the nozzle. I eased off the bed and start to quicklywaddle towards the sanctuary of the ensuite door, crouched over with myright hand.