If you doubt what we can do, I suggest you watch the monitors VERY carefully.Huge monitors came to life with multiple views of the Quiet Room. T...e Quiet Room was anything but, as Jacki (in a stunningly tight Pink and Yellow cheerleader outfit) screamed through a megaphone jammed inside her widely stretched jaws. The source of her pain was obvious as a massive dildo slammed repeatedly up and into her asshole with resounding force. The dildo sparkled in the light as it became obvious from. Her nipples were clearly visible. Her butt was barely covered. She slipped her feet into a pair of red mules and was instantly six inches taller.“Do I look slutty?” she asked and twirled.Ms. Martin stepped into the dressing room, “Tissues, go wash up in the ladies room. I need to talk to Debbie a minute.”She held the curtain open for me. I stepped out and found the ladies room. I thought about making myself cum, but I didn’t want to get in trouble. I washed up and returned to the dressing. “Well,” I add, with mock sincerity, “I’m afraid, if that were to happen, sodomy will certainty feature in your very near future.”“Uh, uh.” She whines, shaking her head from side to side, “Please don’t. Not the strap.”We both know she’s as good as done for. She’s probably dripping already. Being trussed up may have got her going, but for her, the mere mention of the strap would have done it for sure.Ordinarily, I would warm her up a little first, but I’m feeling particularly sadistic tonight. I. I hoped that she was crying like the little girl she was! I have never hated anyone in my life like I hated her. Little Miss Bitch! The doctors came back in and shooed every one out of the room and gave me an injection to calm me down. The shrinks came back in the room and started asking me all sorts of questions, of which, I answered none of them. I stayed silent and refused to talk to any of them. I was in the hospital for three more months this time and the majority of it was.