She had 34D boobs that were begging to be set free. She had a nice ass which I wanted to spank right there. Me:Chal aja gaadi mien baith na.( come sit... in the car)She did not reply and ignored us.Me:Ama kyu natak kar rahi hai 10 de to rahe hai. (why are you being dramatic , we are paying 10k). Then she seemed interested but still hesitated.Me: Aur chahiye kya, hum de denge.(you want more money we were ready to give.)She got more interested and we started raising the money. We gave our final. I arrived at ‘La Café’, a traditionally American coffee house trying to adapt a sense of culture that it had no understanding for, with twenty minutes to spare. I pushed through the heavy oak doors and moved into the small cramped bistro that is so typical in Manhattan. France my foot. I have sat and sipped lattés in cafés upon the Champs-Elysees, they are filled with culture, vibe, you instantly get the feeling you are just a fleeting moment in life. I love it. I crave it. Yet here they were. “Use them or you’ll get your clothes all messed up.”I set to work. It was mind-numbingly boring, but I guess that was the whole point.Mrs Crocker interrupted my concentration. “Your hour’s up Mr Randell. I must say you’ve done an excellent job.”“Thanks. I do some of the painting at home, and my dad taught me how important it is to take care for your brushes.”Mrs Crocker’s voice softened. “I have to admit I never thought I’d see you here serving your detention. And you’ve triggered some ideas. It didn't hurt but it was ahuge surprise. Several seconds passed then the vacuum reduced, thetingle stopped and the pulsing suction recommenced. A minute or sopassed and then the same intense suction and tingle happened and diedaway. I lay there through several cycles of this intense breast-playthen realised that the enemas were still happening inside me.Claire smiled at me and leaned down to kiss me deeply and I greedilykissed her back. "I'm glad you are enjoying your treatment so much,Slut,".