I wiggled under his hands, knowing that seeing my ass move around on his lap would turn him on even more.Then, he parted my ass cheeks and touched my ...sshole softly. I squirmed, not used to being touched there. He got his hands wet with my pussy juices and used my own wetness to lube up my ass.I was breathing heavily, turned on by his touch and the situation. I felt the plug at my asshole, and moaned in pain as he pressed it into me. He didn’t go slowly at all, and held my waist firmly as I. "It's not like you have to give up one for the other. My strap paddle is just another tool." I know, I know. It is just that once I start..."Katie heard no more of the conversation, as she closed the door at the top of the stairs. She went to her room, and sat on the edge of her bed.Thoughts started tumbling through her mind. So that's what's been going on downstairs.Cecil and Cecile are not pets, they're Heather's slaves. It's like before the Civil War. Except they're voluntary slaves. Why. "I countered, "Yes, but there is an old saying: If you can't afford to lose, then you can't afford to gamble!"Mary conforted me with, "I'm certain that if the spit should hit the fan, I doubt that the school system would want to make this public. I would be allowed to resign and find a another position elsewhere; but let's not dwell on the negatives." By the way," she continued, "Where are the kids?" I told them to make themselves scarce for a while," I spoke as I gently held Mary's hands.Now. Thanks John.”And he and his assistant left the room.I was furious and about to explode. This was outrageous.I was about to stand up and say, ‘that's it. I'm outta here. No scholarship is worth this.’But before I could speak the doctor said, “All that's left now is the pelvic and you are all done and can be on your way.”That threw some water on my furry. Only one more test. I felt like I had endured this horrible humiliating treatment, but I really needed the scholarship. And ‘one more thing’ is.