The soft hands of the nurse holding my hand as she guided the needle into my skin....mmmmm.Then some time to be alone, waiting for the room and dr. to...be ready. Thinking of what was next, I'm surprised I didn't have a massive hard on, but my mind kept it in check, I suppose. None of what was happening or about to happen made me nervous. In fact the bowel prep at home was the most inconvenient part. This certainly wouldn't be the first time I had something in my ass, and this would surely be. The soft slime-covered friction felt so good against my nipple as my entire left breast now was consumed with the warmth. I realized that I had stopped struggling against the bonds that held me and had relaxed in their hold. The tentacle that had wrapped itself around my neck had even loosened, allowing me to breathe easier.I sucked in a deep breath of air followed by another. I screamed at the top of my lungs as loud as I could, “Let me go you disgusting thing. Just let me go.”I wasn’t sure. "Maybe," I thought to myself, "I'm just trying to outdo Cindy again byshowing her that I could look good in long hair when she insisted onkeeping hers short." What I couldn't bring myself to admit though werethe thoughts I was having of how pretty I would look with long curlyhair!The arguments between my sister and mother continued on as did thetapes which as far as I was concerned kept getting better and better.The last bunch promised motivational messages mixed in with songs fromsome of the. She went back up, rotated, and did it again. This time she spread her legs a bit and looked between her legs at her audience. This turned into a handstand where she walked on her hands a few steps. Then quickly down on the floor with her legs spread out 180.Her legs came together and before anyone could see what she was doing got on her belly, lifted both her arms and legs and grabbed her ankles with her hands, and pulled her feet until they touched her head. [Extreme version of the Bow Pose.].