Why, you've been cooped up in that musty hotel room of yours for weeks like you were a monk or something. Hell, you're in New York, and that's the fin...st city in the world for action." I know, sir, but there's all the work. And my wife..." Hang your wife, Tim, and pardon my bluntness. I'm sure she's a darling sweet kid from all you've told me about her. But you're here and she's there, and the one don't have to know about the other." But..." No buts. Tonight you're coming to a little party of. Master Conner directed me to the toilet and I gratefully sat down and let go. I felt that I was turned inside out. Conner very carefully cleansed my bottom. He had me bend over once more, applying a gel to my ass. Then he slid in a small butt plug. All this time I was on the verge of going crazy, wanting to cum so badly. He slapped my ass several times, pushing on the plug in my ass. I moaned.‘You want more don’t you, slut? Yes, your slit is wet with cunt juice.’ His fingers caressed the lips. Renee giggled."Stop that," she said. "It tickles." Good!" Fran did it again. And then while Renee was still squirming, bent over a little farther and kissed her eloquent nipple.Renee gasped, and all of a sudden her firm resolve was melting away. The anxiety she felt, the joy in the opportunity to escape were gone. All she felt was pure lust to have her body handled and hurt and satiated.She arched against Fran's mouth."Do you still want me to stop, honey?" God, no!" Renee gasped out. "Keep. The Mayfield family had contacted four mental health professionals and only Dr. Melinda Gross had communicated anything positive.The Mayfields made certain to exclude Quinn from their dealings. Since no work product was provided, there was no need to send it to the prosecution. It was slimy but it was also legal.Still, Melinda Gross' testimony would be explosive – and there were skeletons in her closet if the prosecution had time to look. If Arnold Dusker was any indication, Dr. Gross had best.