“Here,” I said and sat beside her on the bed. She swallowed a couple spoonfuls and set the tray aside. “Mae -- you must eat. You need nourishmen... in order to heal.”“If I eat I poop and it hurts to poop,” she replied. “It hurts to pee and it REALLY hurts to poop. Oh, God, I had no idea I’d be so sore. And, so swollen. It feels like a tennis ball between my legs. I just want it to stop hurting. And this dilator I have to wear is so uncomfortable.” She held up a device resembling a slender dildo. God I wanted such a good hard fucking that I couldn’t stand it.I was in bliss as I felt Mark take a firmer hold of my hips and begin to slam that beautiful young cock of his into my dripping wet hairy snatch. I could hear the soft dull thuds of his hips colliding into my flesh arse cheeks, with the sloppy wet slurping sounds from my wet pussy, and his now primal grunts that came with each time he pounded that monster cock into my cunt. The sensation of his smooth hairless balls sack slapping at. Then she dashed off to the cafeteria. After she got her very delicious, wonderful food, she went over to a high table and ate it. Her bottom was so sore from the paddling, caning, and whipping that she had received earlier in the day, that she wasn’t wanting to sit down until sometime tomorrow.After she ate, she made sure she was following all of the rules, and she bused her dishes and cleaned up the small table that she sat at. Then she took her time and walked over to the ARTS building. She knew her blouse would open and give Ken a good look at her nipples.Karen smiled at Ken and again looked toward the stairs. Karen flicked her head toward the kitchen and took his hand. There would be more privacy and she knew she could hear when Taylor came down the stairs. Ken made no resistance as she led him to the kitchen.Karen stood close to Ken. She was in his personal space and he seemed a bit nervous. “I hope I did not embarrass you. I sometimes forget when I am home alone to ....