Her makeup is smudged and she has dried semen on her face and in her hair. She pulls off the wig and scrubs her face using the makeup remover and the ...towlettes provided. She stands there on the cold tiles; a slim man with a shrivelled penis, dried semen on his legs and buttocks.Michele hates what she sees and dives into the shower to scrub herself clean. She never want's to see Michael Nyland again while she is here.He is banished until she leaves this place. In here she will always. I moved my eye across the room more. In the center sat a bamboo wicker style coffee table, which appeared to be a real reject from Pier 1 imports, but they sell those things to someone. Apparently I had found one of their recipients. I had to laugh at the design, I never understood how you could put a cup of coffee on the top, which rendered the construction useless in my eyes.Taking up the L-shaped corner of the rest of my view lay a standard sectional couch, the three seats coming toward me. As he walked away he had the distinct taste of victory in his mouth. He thought back... it had only been minutes earlier... "Master Darynn," Teltirray had said, approaching him."Master Teltirray," he had replied gracefully."I wish to thank you. Your teaching of Aimee' has been wonderful. Her learning is spectacular, her skill growing appreciably in the six months you have known her. I admit, I had misgivings. After all, your... preference... did not encourage me to send her to you." He. She tasted good. Not as good as Sally, by any means, but more than just okay. She tumbled through several more before I moved away and stood.“What a wet little girl,” I commented, looking down at her. “I need another shower.” So saying I stripped off, headed for the shower, and started the water running.“Don’t just sit there, Slave.” I turned at the sound of Sally’s voice. “You made him like that, you go and wash him.”I was clean and rock hard when we finished. “Master,” Enid spoke.