We’ll be leaving on Wednesday, and will be gone until Monday.”I spent some alone time with Shirley explaining about babysitters. She said she knew...about them.“How?”“They’re on the holos. They come into people’s houses and wash the people there.”“Wash them?” I was confused.“Yes. With their mouths. They get naked and...”Oh. She was talking about babysitters on soaps. How long has she been exposed to soaps? I thought I requested her access to mature subjects to be restricted. I will have to ask. We got onto the bed and undressed each other. Slowly we took turns removing each other's clothing. As sensual as her touch was, I just was not getting aroused. My mind started to wander from the woman I loved so much. I started to think about my secretary Barbara. As I removed Sandra's blouse and bra, I imagined it was Barbara. I imagined those fifty-year-old sagging breasts were the perky breasts of my 25-year-old secretary. My God, what am I doing? As I removed Sandra's sweat pants I imagined. Luscious, thick, black hair. She had displayed it in front and it came down to her crotch area covering one breast. I had an instant erection. I said “Uff Indu..tu mujhay pagal karegi.” I was already standing and walked upto her. At that time I was about 6 inches taller than her and I pulled up close to her. She didn’t make any move to get away. I knew I had her.After having seen Dad ‘own’ Sushila over the past day or so, I had confidence in what I needed to do next. I grabbed Indu by her hair. Scream after scream escapes my lips as the excruciating fire rips through my ass. Moaning I turn and run from the exam table, from the cruel probes and the suspended enema bag only to tumble over a bench set in the middle of the floor. Falling hard on my left hip I look back at the bench and once more see the ever familiar spikes lining its seat. In the midst of the spikes, connected to the bench is a leather belt with a large phallus attached to the back. Just in front of the bench there is a.