Abruptly I gripped her shoulder and lifted her chin, turning her face directly towards mine."Say fuck" Certainly not. We don't talk that way..." That'... just the trouble. It's the sweetest word in the language, and it's time you learned to say it, when the moment is right. Go on. And try and say it nicely. Linger over it." F... Look, I really can't. It's no good. I've got to go."And she ran off on an imaginary errand in the back dining-room.The next couple of visits, she was clearly in denial,. Four or more people lived there full-time depending upon news in the world and expected events at the main house. There was a nice back deck with chairs. The four of us sat down. I was breathing a little heavily while Babs was beat. Doug and Chelsea were sitting with us breathing easily.I said, "I want your training regimen. Neither of you are breathing hard! Babs was pushing but she couldn't push either of you. That was amazing!"Chelsea said, "We do train a bit." She smiled. "We would be glad. While I held the flush tank a click sound came and I felt a warm liquid hitting my inner walls. I shouted as the liquid filled my intestine. My pussy started to drip. It had just been 2 mins and I started to feel full. I requested them to stop but sheena sat on the commode licking my nipples holding me tight while simultaneously rubbing my belly. Tears started to roll down my eyes.Jyoti was rubbing my pussy and spanking me at the same time telling me how dirty I was and had to be taught a. I like to help things grow. I love watching the first leaves of a bulb sprout from the earth, and then bit by bit watch the flowers open. I like to take my secateurs to the roses and prune them. It's so restful. You just don't notice the hours go by. I can forget the misery of the Brothel and just concentrate my thoughts on what to do with this plant or that plant. Where to put what seed. What needs to be trimmed. I wouldn't mind growing vegetables here. Carrots or cabbages. But there's nowhere.