Janice was in fact, that very woman that my mother most often used, as an example, to prove my failings. Janice was good. I was bad. In my mother's mi...d, my being more around Janice, being in her house and seeing her life, would only rub in deeper the salt into my wounds.What happened, my mother could never have foreseen. My mother's sole intentions were to punish me. She was not in the slightest bit interested, in changing me into the fantasy daughter, she had never had. I doubt, even today,. The last thing I wanted was my mother to see all the new women's underwear in my bags along with the dirty panties belonging to both Sister Mary and to my new blow job tutor, Ruth.It would be really hard to explain I was on a mission of mercy for the nuns in the convent under the authority of no less than Father Connelly and Mother Superior. I guess my previous mischievous persona would make such an innocuous agenda unlikely.I am ashamed to admit I added another puddle of cum right in the. I start to get up slowly, preparing to bolt for the door. She notices my slight movement and drops the objects in her arms, they clatter to the floor, and she puts her hand on my head. “You aren’t going anywhere!” she exclaims. I watch as she picks up a turkey baster.Okay, a turkey baster, that is harmless, I think to myself She take the baster and shoves it in my pussy from behind. Hold on here. No foreplay, just shove it right in there. I flinch as she pulls the baster in and out of my. Jenny came over tomy side and opened to door. She gently eased me outof the car on onto the ground.I struggled a bit as we walked up to the building.The parking lot was uneven and slanted uphill. For awoman who had just been introduce to heels a few shortweeks ago, making my way uphill in the four-inch heelswas quite a test. I eventually passed the test, andwe reached the door. Jenny pulled out two tickets,and we were motioned in.As we walked into the main ballroom, I could overhearthe two.