The face in the mirror was made up, the face that I was expected to wear, a layer of foundation and eyeliner between me and the world, a mask to hide ...ehind, a thing to obscure and contain the real me, the face I used for investors, for the team, when taking the stage to deliver another scripted update to the team. I took the cupped water and threw it over my cheeks, welcoming the cool touch, seeing the smudges it produced in the reflection opposite me, washing away the false shades, the lies. " She indicated a door to the side of the reception desk. It struck me 'Crippen' was probably not the best surname for a medical man, but maybe in psychiatric circles it was a plus.Mortimer Crippen was a most unlikely looking psychiatrist. I had expected a bearded, Middle European sounding gent in a grey suit, wearing pince nez spectacles and a worried air. But Crippen was a large, second row forward of a man, wearing a Harlequin's Rugby Club jersey, and a pair of moleskin trousers held up by a. Her circular ass-muscle clamped down on the narrower portion at the base and locked the butt-plug deeper inside her than her minister's finger had ever been."Don't try to remove it," Ebenezer said sternly. "You are being prepared for the final phase of your training. As you sit in school today you will press your bottom down so that God's training tool will make you ready for His final blessing. Now, remember all that you've learned today."The butt-plugged girl stood before her minister and. As soon as his caresses began, they stopped and caused her to whine into her gag in frustration.Jeff laughed a bit, seeing her need. But there was more work to be done and not a lot of time to do it in. Kneeling down, he tied each of her ankles to a foot of the bed. He watched her tremble as she tried to keep balanced.Stephanie screamed as her stepbrother pinched each one of her now erect nipples. The pain soon ebbed away as he began to massage them tenderly. Slowly, his touch got rougher,.