And I think I’ve been a good girl this year,’ she replied sadly, pouting for emphasis. Rich laughed at his wife and excused himself to go change. ...‘I’ll be right there, baby,’ Ellen called after him. ‘I’m going to get a glass of water.’ When Ellen watched the bedroom door close, she went into the kitchen, stripped off her coat, and threw it over the back of the nearest chair. She moved around the kitchen, then filled a glass of water and set it down on the counter. Nearly skipping with delight,. The whip is dropped to the ground and I breathe a heavy sigh of relief. It is over. Master stands behind my marked-up body, and pulls my G-string to the side. I feel his rough fingers pressing some cold lubricant against my tight asshole. Master leans forward and whispers into my ear, "Tell me, Penny. Where do bad little sluts get fucked?" I know the answer to that question. "Bad sluts get fucked in the ass, Master." "That's right, Penny. Now take a deep breath." I shut my eyes, bite my. "Now you have to get to work," Kate said, glancing at the clock on herdesk. "Hurry up to your room. There will be a client there waiting foryou."I stood up, took a deep breath and went out of the office and up thestairs to the first floor. I walked down the hall and noticed my name ona plaque which hung from a hook on the door and noted that a bow washanging from the doorknob. I took it off and tossed it on the dresserafter I entered the room and climbed into bed with my first client. Hewas. "She turned around and drifted back up the steps, leaving me there toponder her words. When I?d put my arms around her, I hadn?t felt theleast bit weird about it. Almost as if it were the most natural thingin the world. What did that mean, exactly? Was my new body having moreof an influence over my thoughts and emotions than Jackson hadanticipated? He?d said there was likely some type of "echo" of Charlenein my brain. It was possible that little bit was overriding a few of mymore normal.