"Well, well," she said in a voice that bespoke only the best and most expensive of private schools, the sort that breeds a different kind of slut to t...e likes of Francie and me, "I suppose we should be grateful you managed to get here at all."All right, if you're thinking that I should amend that previous thought to include bitch then you're probably right. But all wasn't lost, not when I saw something that confirmed most of my suspicions about what this evening had in store for me, you see, as. Then I felt him pull completely out. Now stay still, Im inserting the endoscope. Just relax… I felt the endoscope and it was a lot bigger than the finger. It glided in me and I felt Mr. Lance put one hand on my hip. Hes probably trying to hold me still. I held my breath as it slid into me. It felt like eterinty. Uh oh… He says. What do you mean uh oh?! I yell. Not too worry, there seems to be something here. Just relax and let me see if I can manuever passed it. He replies. I felt him pull out. Brett could see some light bruises still and touched them tenderly, looking her in the eye and frowning."I'm ok," she said, stroking his chest. "It doesn't hurt anymore." She reached back and took off her bra which made Brett smile again. He ran his hands all over her."You're beautiful," he said, trying to not think about the condition he'd seen her in a week ago. Jennifer blushed. Brett threw off his shirt and pants and laid back as Jennifer happily crawled between his legs. Just before her. With your tongue, slave. Every drop. Lick it up -- but you're NOT allowed to swallow!" She chuckled. "Your punishment. Spit EVERY drop into the toilet. Then do your usual clean-up." She reached a hand into the bathwater and splashed it a couple of times. "And wash yourself up. You're disgusting! You can use TWO handfuls of my bathwater, no more!" Yes, Mistress," vomit answered."Did I say you could speak?" Mistress raised her hand, ready to deliver a blow if the slave replied. Wisely, he only.