And saw myself. At least, it was almost my old self,sat there in a soft dressing gown before the huge salon mirror. But...my face looked subtly differ...nt. My eyes seemed bigger and more defined,surrounded as they were by long, dark lashes that gently curled upwardsuntil they almost touched my eyebrows. The shorter bottom lashes, whichhad previously been so pale as to be almost invisible, were now littlespikes of jet against my pale skin. At the same time, the blue of myirises looked brighter. ”A hard spank comes down my ass in surprise. “Ask again,” you command.“Please, will you fuck me with your finger?” My body is burning with desire and humiliation. Burning with control and surrender. Your finger slowly enters my wet pussy but just teasing at the entrance. I can feel my hunger wanting to devour you, wanting to be devoured. You enter slowly, then withdrawl, teasing again and again. Moving up towards my clit and stroking it, then down to the entrance, slowly entering. The torture. “Stricken with fear, panic she never thought this could happen. She could hear the men and women laughing and joking. A female agent leaned her face against Jhislaines. “Ready for a body cavity search, Bitch?” Jhislaine began to quiver as the female agent reached her from behind running her hands over Jhislaines breasts, squeezing, pinching. She tried to pull away but the male agents still had a firm grip on her neck. “AGGGGHHH The agents hands reached Jhislaine’s groin roughly. Dr Marques experiments with different techniques and tests various theories. He had a theory that all women were secretly bisexual, he would take a patient who was supposedly heterosexual and try and see if he could detect signs of lesbianism. He took one Algerian female patient who was a lesbian and had a non-lesbian one tied down and forced the lesbian to lick the non-Lesbian out to see if she would cum. Some of his non-Sexual treatments on Algerian patients were equally as bizarre, he wanted.