She needed to pee, and went to the bathroom. She loosened the dressing to one side and sat on the toilet. The hot urine really stung, and it made her ...queal. There was a noise in the bedroom, and Mitsumi poked her head round the door. “Ah, I see you are up. Would you like some breakfast? You have to keep your strength up you know, otherwise you won’t heal properly.” “Yes, thank you. I will come down and get something.” “I’ll go and put the kettle on.” And with that Mitsumi disappeared, and Mary. Remembering that Kristin was a vaginal virgin and what was yet to come, she had attempted to hold back as much lubrication as she felt she could without endangering Kristin's rectum. Kristin was no stranger to anal penetration. She had learned to cope with the occasional drunken football player, who was determined to share his buddy's good fortune without thinking to ask Kristin's permission first. She mentally prepared herself for the penetration to come. "Damn this bastard. I'm gonna try to. "Oh my gaawwd!" She whined, whipping her head back slowly and then placing it on my knee, kissing it softly and then she murmured, "unfortunately, I have to go. I have a situation at home that needs tending to."I looked puzzled. "What could possibly be more important than your beautiful teacher making you cum... on her face... multiple times?" I enticed."Well, you know that pole I said I like to play around with? I kind of have him handcuffed to my headboard right now. He's been there all day. They were not identical. I have no memory of a broken-ring carriage-zone lesson either.”“Aggie,” Emily asked, “what’s the color code for the transfer rooms? Tan and purple? And what’s the prime number?”“Light tan floors and a creamy light purple carriage, just as the lesson described. And there are two tumblers in each carriage. The left dial has twenty-four positions and the right dial twenty-eight. See what I mean Emily? The tumblers are correct for it too.”Emily worked and got her laughter.