This done,he wormed one finger, then two, then three, up into her anus. The soap was burning the slave's bowels. She was writhing and sobbing indisco...fort. He ignored that, tucking his last two fingers in close to his palmand pushing ahead. She fought, trying to clench against him and he could makevery little headway. Finally, he spoke to her. "Bear down like you're going to shit," he said, "My hand's going up yourfilthy little ass, slave and there's nothing you can do to prevent it. Butif. She entered straight into a cozy living-room with a small kitchen unit and breakfast bar hidden around a corner. The furnishings were slightly old-fashioned, but the whole place oozed character. There was even an small open fireplace. A couple of comfortable armchairs, a low coffee table and a small cabinet left room enough to breathe. Since there was obviously no room for a study a desk had been placed under a window. The only two doors led to a well-appointed shower room and toilet and the. Mom thinks that it would be better that way." Ok." I could see that this was starting to get her down."Oh, and I want you to write me a letter a day, if they let you that is." Why?" When we read the others letter it will make us feel better about not being able to see each other. I don't know if they will let you send them, but it will give us both a reason to think about each other."She looked like she wanted to cry. Not that upset cry, but the one that says that they are happy."Thanks Mark.. Probably happening right now.In the next chapter I will tell you what happened this particular evening.Chapter 2I opened the bathroom door femmed out, completely vulnerable. Almostshaking.He welcomed me standing up hand out.I took it and did a spin for him."Turn around I want to see you".He is around Five Ten, One Sixty Five. Brown hair. Brown Eyes.Nice build."You look fantastic. I'm speechless. The change...... I can't believe it"."Do you like it?" My fem voice squeeked out, barely audible."Oh.