With my bottom hanging so far off, leaving me feeling as if I would fall off the table, I was ready for the exam.Next was the final preparation of the... machine. They always put a condom over the probe. Following the cleaning, this was always reassuring to me, having one final step to cleanliness. The machine was angled so I could see the screen, relaxing me due to my education and familiarity with the anatomy. Finally, he squirted lubricant on the probe and turned to me, ready to. John offered to carry the pile of clothing, which surprised me. I declined, with thanks. He led me to a room, with a half bath across the hallway. I did some perfunctory washing, concentrating on removing the make up. None was better than too much. I redid some eye liner and a slight touch of lip color.The room, my room it seemed, was frilly in a preteen style. The drapery was blue gingham. The four post bed had a lace skirt, though the bed cover was hand embroidered and probably hand quilted.. It was odd. There was no pain--at least for now. It was as if someone were tickling her pussy with a feather while childishly sucking on her nipples. Up her ass the wire was humming, making her feel the forbidden pleasure of having just taken a spicy shit.Betty found herself smiling, wriggling her ass against the hard wooden bench. Even the leather bonds around her wrists and ankles that had at one time seemed so horrid now appeared not so bad. She let out another low sigh."See? I thought you. You reply with a "very much, ma'am". as i hear this, i cant help but laugh and say "thats right you little slut! take it deep" as i plunge it back into your tight hole, and thrusting it back out. getting bored of this situation, i say "alright you fucking slut, get on your back and spread your fucking legs." as you move you move to lay down, i watch your ass, which is bright red with my handprint. when i notice your laying down, i move in between your legs and impale you with the colossal.