Sometimes we got a motel room. I had a small home office in a spare bedroom off the living room around the corner from the kitchen. There was a slee...er sofa in there that we put to use on several occasions. My wife rarely came home for lunch but never came home any other time during work. I was in my office one afternoon when Renee called and said she was stopping by in a while which sounded good to me. And about an hour later I heard the front door open and she came into my office. She. She nodded her acknowledgement of his words. ‘Why is it that one of my best students came in late to class with the same thing she had on yesterday?’ He paused to look into her surprised eyes. ‘Yes, I notice what you wear. So do other people. One of which came in this morning looking like he’d been hit by a truck.’ Joanne looked down at the strap to her backpack and tugged it over her shoulder. ‘I don’t understand, sir.’ ‘Care to explain to me why one of my grad students looks more like a boxer. I stared at him.I stared back at my reflection.“SMALL!? You think that's fucking SMALL!?”He just shrugged, “When I was a teenager I used to have to fill empty pickle jars or big terracotta pots when I jerked off. You can’t imagine how hard it was to hide from my parents.”I shook my head in disbelief.“Anyway, you should take a shower.” He gestured to the bathroom door, “Don’t get me wrong, I love the look of you wearing me, but it’s probably going to get uncomfortable.”I nodded mutely and helped. ?Put your face on the floor with your ass in the air and spread those knees apart?, Kat barked.Elizabeth’s mind raced as she tried to shake the cobwebs from her head and wondered who this woman is and where her new master was.As if reading her mind, Kat answered, ?My name is Katherine, you will refer to me as Miss Katherine or Miss. I’m your master’s assistant, which means during the day your ass belongs to me.?Kat removed several items from the bathroom cabinet. A large enema bag with.