‘You still had a Tuck Shop at Talbot Heath?’ Stan asked her with amusement. The ‘Tuck Shop’, a place inside the school where, at break times, ...ou could buy potato chips, doughnuts, sticky buns, sweets and canned drinks had disappeared from almost all the schools even when Stan had been there, seven years before Anne. ‘Yes, well, Talbot Heath was a throwback in many ways. That was just one of them.’ She grabbed a roll and a can of diet cola. Stan stuck with his bottle of water. ‘How’d you like. Scooping her bum, I lifted her on the table, unkempt bush bulging below the tummy barrel, baby within. With a neat little finger hook, her pink parted and arrived a view of her treacherous thicket of pubic hair. Already in the middle a few hairs were matted with juices, tossed together in a river of molten vaginal slime. She moaned into my ear with a sensational smile on her lips. A twirl of a button, a zipper zooming, and my prick sprung to her panties. A hand folded upon my fur, her chin. ..relaxed," Chani finished and continued on her own. "I am so calm. I am so free." Keep going, Chani. Keep repeating. Even as I continue speaking, and you continue hearing my words, you will also continue repeating..." I encouraged her in a soothing voice.And she did just that. "I am so relaxed..." Good, Chani. And as you continue repeating those truths you can also and will also become aware. Aware that there's something more. You see it's not you that's creating these feelings. They're coming. Meals were force fed through the ring gag, a catheter meant she had given up control of her bladder and a butt plug that was adapted to connect with a pump that hygienically cleared any waste relieved her of even that basic function. I was particularly pleased with the way I handled another simple everyday habit and, in the process, scared the hell out of her.Strapped and held immobile in a fully adjustable, multi-purpose chair with her mouth stretched around the ring gag, Ebony’s eyes followed.