The Continuing Adventures Of Lisa James : A Summer Vacation

Chapter Nine : Examining the finer points

 

          Lisa James had sat forlornly on the little bed in her room and quickly eaten her sandwich. Having to report to Matron in the San had left her barely enough time to eat anything but for once the woman showed a slight degree of sympathy. She’d whistled when she’d seen the state of Lisa’s thighs and had lightly run her fingers along the still sore dark ridges that criss-crossed the full bum cheeks. The young woman had shuddered and gasped at even this light contact. She knew an enema was the order of the day so wasn’t surprised when the nurse forced her down across the saddle of the awful robotic “insect”. The older woman carefully positioned the blushing “schoolgirl” so that the crack of her bottom was pulled wide apart. Lisa’s nervousness and the sudden feeling of cool air on her exposed bumhole caused it to clench tightly. She moaned loudly and shook her head as a questing finger very slowly inserted itself into the tight passageway. Being naked in front of Miss Palmer was still just as embarrassing but Lisa found it worryingly arousing at the same time.

          Within a few moments warm fluid was pumping itself into the centre of her bottom. She groaned despairingly as the first spasms hit her stomach. Suddenly she found herself moaning for a different reason. Firm hands began to knead and massage the backs of her straining thighs. Matron expertly worked the cream into the sore flesh ensuring that the weals on the now rolling bottom cheeks received a vigorous application. The soothing salve quickly got rid of the stinging and replaced it with a relaxing warmth. Then the spasms in Lisa’s belly intensified,

          “Please Miss may I empty myself?” she asked quickly, gritting her teeth hard against the discomfort in her churning bowels.

          Once she’d returned from the toilet, and having cleaned herself carefully, the Nurse made her lean backwards over the examination couch.

          “Open your legs wide young lady, this is for your own good.” Thankfully the cream quickly soothed away the heat in the front of her burning thighs. By the time the older woman had finished the hairless slit between the spread legs was oozing clear fluid. Lisa was biting her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out with pleasure.

          “Still such a dirty little girl aren’t you Lisa?” said Anita Palmer chuckling to her self and staring into the very flushed face.

          The clock in the corridor said it was five minutes to two. Her timetable said “Physiology Project”. It didn’t sound too bad but then nothing so far this week had proved to be anything but bad! Excited voices were coming from the other side of the Biology laboratory door. She had to go in, she knew she did, resignedly she turned the handle. The room fell silent as they all turned to look at her. As usual their attention brought an embarrassed flush to her cheeks. It was really horrible being stared at all the time and made her really aware of the ridiculously tiny amount of clothing that she was allowed to wear. Already her nipples were growing hard and pointing out towards them. Quickly she sat down on the nearest stool.

          “Well gentlemen,” said Geraldine Johnson eyeing the red faced young woman who had just taken a seat at the back of the room, “have you completed your homework as we discussed last time?” There was a nodding of heads from the smiling boys.

          “That’s good. Would you like to show me what you’ve done then.” As the boys all stood and crowded forwards Lisa could see two large pieces of paper covered in charts and writing that had been pinned to a notice board at the front of the room. It was then she noticed the chair, well couch really, that was standing against one wall. Her heart quickened when she realised what it was. A gynaecological examination couch! There was no mistaking the stirrups. She suddenly felt very sick and her heart began to hammer. The only person in this room who was likely to occupy the horrid thing this afternoon would be her! Her bum hole clenched with dread at the thought.

          “Well young lady,” said Miss Johnson, “I expect you’re wondering why you didn’t have any homework to do? Come out here would you?” The boys were all wide smiles and white teeth as she self-consciously walked to the front of the class.

          “Your classmates have designed a series of experiments for this afternoon. I gave them some loosely based physiological parameters and asked them to come up with ways of measuring those parameters. As you can see from all this hard work, they’ve done rather well!” She waved her hand towards the sheets of paper spread across the desktop. Lisa’s eyes were quickly drawn to some of the underlined words – blood pressure, heart rate, skin sensitivity, physical characteristics – there were others but her mind wasn’t able to focus. She was shaking.

          “As you’re going to be our model today you’ll need to remove your clothes first and then the boys can make a start.” She treated Lisa to a wicked smile,

          “Well come along we’re waiting.”

          Lisa stood with her head spinning. Oh God not again! She was going to have to strip for them! The thought of again being naked in front of the class was awful. Their bright eyes and even brighter smiles surrounded her as she struggled to come to terms with what she’d just heard. Her face was burning. She wobbled unsteadily as her legs suddenly felt very weak. Oh please God not again! Shame began to course through her as she felt the tell tale wetness of arousal begin between her legs. She hated the fact but when these situations occurred the more shame involved the more exciting she found it. She shuddered when her imagination started conjuring up images of what might happen next. She knew it was going to be absolutely mortifying and terribly embarrassing.

          “GET ON WITH IT GIRL!,” shouted the young school mistress. Swallowing nervously Lisa slowly began to undress.

          They all watched closely, boys and teacher together, as their “toy”, for that’s what she now was, slowly pulled her top off. The full breasts and dark pointy nipples wobbled delightfully as Lisa shook with embarrassment. Staring resolutely at the floor she reluctantly unzipped her skirt then began pulling her little white knickers down.

Gradually the hairless mound of her vagina came into view and then the pink lips that projected down from the denuded slit between her thighs. Crimson faced she stood naked in front of their leering faces with her hands hanging limply at her sides. Matron’s cream had certainly done its work very effectively where the stinging was concerned but it couldn’t eradicate the fading red lines that crisscrossed her bottom.

          “That’s better! Now boys you need to structure your afternoon carefully. I suggest you measure our subject’s blood pressure and heart rate at rest then again after each of the various exercise elements you’ve described. Then move onto your physical measurements and finally the skin sensitivity tests. They’ll be the most fun I would have thought!” The young schoolmistress gave a sly chuckle. She turned towards the quivering “schoolgirl”,

          “Right young lady, we’ll have none of your nonsense this afternoon! You’ll do exactly as your classmates tell you! Do you understand?” Lisa nodded her head miserably.

          They crowded closely around their nude subject as she sat on the edge of a chair with her legs pressed tightly together. She’d been told to hold her arms out so that two of them at a time could attempt to take her pulse. She was shivering and shaking which meant her exposed boobs and hard nipples were jiggling suggestively in front of them, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. Geraldine Johnson smiled knowingly when she saw the look of panic in her naked pupil’s eyes. Lisa wasn’t the only one with a familiar dampness between her legs! The boys each had a small notepad on which they wrote down their findings. They took their time, all measuring Lisa’s pulse and blood pressure.

          Listening to her heart proved to be the most popular exercise as they decided that cupping one of the firm breasts and lifting it out of the way was necessary before they could place the end of the stethoscope in the correct position. This was accomplished with much jovial banter and laughter. The boys’ hands squeezed the warm flesh and managed to pinch the erect nipples more than once. Each time their classmate gasped and began to object Miss Johnson told her to shut up and sit up straight. Then to Lisa’s dismay and amid much giggling they told her to get up onto the examination couch on her hands and knees. The schoolmistress smiled brightly at the very red faced “schoolgirl’s” obvious distress at this instruction. Being naked in front of this group of schoolboys and being told what to do by them must be one of the most humiliating situations a young woman could possibly find herself in! The thought quickly made the crotch of the young teachers’ knickers grow even wetter. Once their subject was kneeling on the thing they all crowded eagerly forwards.

          “Get your legs apart, come on girl spread your knees. How do you expect them to measure you if you’re trying to hide everything?” Geraldine Johnson laughed, she couldn’t help herself.

          Lisa squealed around the thermometer in her mouth as she felt one of the boys, she didn’t know which one, reach out and part the sticky lips of her vagina. She knew it was bulging out provocatively from between her thighs but there was nothing she could do to preserve her dignity. She squeaked as something thin and cold penetrated her inner lips then slid fully inside. Then something pressed against her bumhole. She jerked and gasped, which brought a burst of boyish laughter from her tormentors, as another slim invader was pushed unceremoniously into her tight rear passageway. Wallowing in a deep pool of shame she hung her head as her holes were penetrated several times, squirming as each of the “experimenters” took a turn at inserting the thermometers. Her breasts hung helplessly down beneath her. The turgid nipples pointing towards the floor as she wriggled unhappily each time a hand accidentally brushed against them.

           After the boys had recorded their data they told Lisa to get up before making her stand on an exercise mat that had been placed at the back of the laboratory. Crimson cheeked she kept her eyes firmly glued to the floor whilst, much to their amusement, the curves of her body continued to quiver deliciously. 

          “You must squat now for us Miss with your arms out in front of you,” said Antonio, a dark haired boy with a grin on his face. Lisa looked desperately at Miss Johnson,

          “Don’t look at me you little tart. I know you’re enjoying this! Do as they tell you. I won’t warn you again.” Squatting in front of them was absolutely devastating. So so embarrassing. As her legs bent and she neared the ground her pussy bulged obscenely forwards and partially opened, its slippery lips sliding apart and revealing the pink folds beneath. As the exercise continued and her legs began to tire her breasts began to bounce and wobble more and more. She could feel their eyes feasting on her hole as it gaped each time she squatted. Even worse, clear fluid was slowly seeping from her slit and coating the gradually swelling labial folds. Shame engulfed her totally and she groaned as a dribble escaped and ran down between her bum cheeks. Sweat was soon beading her forehead and she was growing unsteady on her feet by the time they told her to stop.

          Once the appropriate measurements had been determined she was returned to the exercise mat. This time the exertion would prove more onerous as she quickly found out. Running on the spot, naked in front of a group of teenagers, was probably one of the most shameful things Lisa James had ever been forced to do. They were incredibly close, watching every bounce and jiggle of her breasts and bottom. Her nipples stuck out like thorns, so hard they were almost painful. Quickly her boobs began to ache with the constant bouncing. As she began to run out of breath her pace began to slacken. Much to her absolute horror one of the boys suddenly slapped her hard across the bottom,

          “Get a move on Missy,” he said mockingly, as the rest of his classmates convulsed with laughter. It was mind wrenchingly embarrassing. She felt absolutely terrible, exhaustion combining with the humiliation. Throughout Miss Johnson watched with a smirk on her face as her “young” charge was put through her paces. Sweat was drenching the nude woman’s face and running in rivulets down her neck when the boys finally allowed her to come to a halt. She sank tiredly onto a chair and continued to gasp for breath as they pulled and poked at her. On hands and knees she only managed a feeble protest as the thermometers slid inside her for the final time.

          Still naked Lisa James waited nervously for whatever was going to happen next. Her pussy was hot and sticky and she felt horribly turned on. How such treatment could make her feel so ashamed yet so horny at the same time she’d never know! All she could feel at that precise moment was the steady throb of her clitoris which was beginning to poke excitedly from beneath its delicate hood. A naked twenty seven year old office manager being used as a plaything by a group of teenage boys, it didn’t bear thinking about. Her mouth went suddenly dry as Miss Johnson said something that brought her mind into sharp focus.

          “Let’s have you standing up straight young lady. Hands behind your back and stick those boobs you’re so proud of out as much as you can. The boys are going to measure you now!” Lisa opened her mouth to protest but before she could speak the teacher grabbed hold of her wrists,

          “Behind your back,” she snapped, “can’t you understand simple instructions?” It took a few moments of prodding and poking before Miss Johnson was satisfied with her pupils posture. Lisa stood with a straight back, shoulders pulled back and her legs slightly apart. Her front was completely exposed to the boys prying eyes and even worse her breasts were thrusting provocatively straight out in front of her.

          Humiliation coursed through her as one of the taller boys, Angelo, stepped forwards with a tape measure. She jerked as he calmly reached out and took hold of one of her nipples. Her face burned and tears sprang to her eyes as each of them “measured” her breasts. The distance between her aching nipples, the circumference of each firm globe, the length and circumference of each nipple together with a series of other totally spurious measurements were recorded several times over. During this time the boys took every opportunity to squeeze and mould the heavy breasts, pulling and pinching at the thorn-like nipples until Lisa was gasping and twisting where she stood. Throughout Geraldine Johnson watched entranced. A cruel smile played across her face at the woman’s obvious suffering during the intensely shameful examinations.

          The “schoolgirls” face had been ablaze for over an hour by the time she was told to bend forwards over the back of a chair and place her hands on its seat. Her breasts hung down most erotically as the first of the boys tried to measure the length of the crack between her buttocks. At first this wasn’t possible but then the young schoolmistress ordered Lisa to spread her legs. Once her bum cheeks were parted it was easy for the boys to slip the tape measure between them. Several fingers and thumbs rubbed against the lower edge of her vagina as the tape was pressed across the whorl of her anus and up between the quivering cheeks. She jerked and squeaked on each such occasion but kept her head down just wanting the whole sorry episode over and done with as quickly as possible. Finally they were satisfied but worry was consuming the office managers’ mind. The couch, the gynae couch! She knew that even worse was in store.

          “Well gentleman I see from your list that you intend to take a few more, how shall we put it, intimate measurements?” There was an enthusiastic nodding of heads from the class.

          “Right young lady, let’s have you up here,” said Miss Johnson, patting the leather surface of the examination couch. Lisa stared at the young schoolmistress with a pleading look in her eyes,

          “Please don’t make me Miss. It’s so embarrassing in front of them, please!” The laughter that this request produced from the teacher made Lisa’s face burn even more fiercely.

          “You love it you little slut! Don’t you dare pretend you don’t! Now get up here!” Lisa climbed slowly up onto the awful thing. Miss Johnson made her lay down on her back then lifted first one leg and then the other into a metal stirrup. Thin leather straps were quickly buckled around each ankle fixing the unfortunate schoolgirl into position.

          “Hands above your head girl.” Leather cuffs secured the slim wrists to the head of the couch.

          There was a murmur of appreciation as Miss Johnson lifted and spread the stirrup supports. Lisa James found herself totally helpless and exposed in front of the smirking boys. She’d been exposed before but never so blatantly. Her thighs were raised and fully parted allowing their youthful greedy eyes to consume every detail of her vaginal and rectal anatomy. The shaved vaginal slit with its puffy swollen lips was fully revealed, its curved soft folds shiny with secreted fluid. Between the widely spread buttocks the pink tightly wrinkled anal opening bulged slightly outwards. There were no secrets now. Nothing was hidden. She turned her head to the side and screwed her eyes tightly shut but not before they’d noticed the tears of shame that had started to trickle down her hot cheeks. 

          It was cast from acrylic. A series of smooth transparent balls, each exactly an inch in diameter, forming a solid probe over a foot in length.

         “Use plenty of lubricant before you begin boys,” said Miss Johnson cheerfully, “although I don’t think it’ll be too much of a problem.” Lisa jerked in the stirrups and mumbled “Nooooo..p..p..please” as the teacher pulled the lips of the exposed vagina apart.

          “As you can see our young lady appears to be lubricating herself quite freely!” She laughed, “You really are a little slut aren’t you Lisa, can’t wait for these boys to get inside you I’ll bet!” With that she laughed loudly and stepped back out of their way. They crowded eagerly forwards.

          Shaking with unsuppressed excitement the first carefully spread the pink labia then placed the tip of the probe against the exposed opening. Pushing steadily he forced the first ball inside the slippery hole, it stretched slightly causing their helpless subject to shake her head back and forth. A low moan filled the room as Lisa James was intimately penetrated. Gradually the balls popped one after another into her quivering vaginal slit. The “schoolgirl” moaned more urgently as her pussy was filled and then stretched to its limits. He kept pushing until no more of the probe would go in. As the thing had been inserted the room, except for the young woman’s groaning, had been quiet. Watching intently the audience had been totally silent. Now they began to talk excitedly, hardly believing that one of their number had been allowed to do such a thing to a fully grown woman.

          Their enthusiasm gradually overflowed, the handling of the sensitive parts at their disposal becoming less careful. Soon they had all taken a turn, some more roughly than others, at pushing the hard probe in and out of the squirming woman. Lisa cried and squealed as her hole was stretched and violated numerous times. Her mind was in turmoil as the young boys were allowed to literally rape her with the probe. Their actions and her extreme humiliation were stirring her belly to the brink of orgasm. Staring desperately at the schoolmistress she tried her best to indicate what was happening to her. God she didn’t want to come for them!

          “M..M..M…Make…them…stop…P..P…Please..Miss,” she gasped through gritted teeth. Geraldine Johnson smiled in response. She could see exactly what was happening to their powerless captive. Tremors were passing back and forth across the restrained body and she was moaning more and more urgently. The little bitch was going to come! How amusing!

          Each time the probe slid into her straining body Lisa pushed herself forwards, as much as she was able, to meet it. Her moaning was growing louder and louder and she was shaking, her mouth growing slacker and her face burning even more ferociously. Then it stopped. She panted both with relief, and much to her chagrin, with frustration.

          “Has every one recorded their approximated depth? Good. Remember each sphere was exactly one inch.” The young schoolmistress turned back to the young woman fixed to the examination couch,

          “Now Lisa, the boys have one more measurement to make. Mmmmm….think yourself lucky I stopped them from taking any stretching measurements. They wanted to see how elastic your vaginal lips were and how far they could open your holes! That would have been interesting wouldn’t it? So lets have no complaints about them measuring the depth of your bottom!” Lisa began shaking her head. Please No not there! She wouldn’t be able to stand it! She watched in horror as Miss Johnson squeezed clear gel onto the horrible probe and then handed it to one of the boys. He looked up and smiled straight into her very red face. She shuddered at the excitement in his eyes. Then he was moving the probe towards her helpless clenching bumhole, she screwed her eyes tightly shut and waited….

          The moan that came from deep within Lisa James’ throat was one of complete despair. Her eyes bulged as her bumhole stretched to accommodate the first ball. There was an almost audible “plop” as it slid past the straining ring of muscle then the next was pushing urgently at her sphincter. One after another the things were forced into the incredibly tight tunnel. Lisa moaned and groaned and shook her head from side to side. All was to no avail as the probe sank fully inside her. Over twelve inches were embedded in her anal passageway before the boy stopped pushing. They were all laughing and giggling at her humiliation and at the way her bum cheeks tightened and spasmed on the hard rod. Lisa felt herself in the midst of some unimaginably horrible nightmare. It went on and on. Sweat poured down her face and she screwed her eyes tightly shut as intolerable sensations filled her rectal passage. Both her pussy and bumhole felt wet and open. Any resistance to the probing of her most private places was long forgotten. Her resolve wasn’t part of the equation anymore. However as the probe was pulled from her intimate anal embrace for the last time another surprise was in store.

          A blindfold was placed over her eyes. The darkness was absolute.

          “Well gentlemen the final part of today’s experiment is your assessment of skin sensitivity. As we’ve already discussed each group will take a turn. So Francesco if you’d like to start.” Lisa James shrieked in shock as a sharp pinprick galvanised her restrained body into action. They took their time, working their way slowly along her upper arm and then into her armpit. At first they were gentle, almost afraid of the reaction they were causing. Lisa squealed and wriggled away, as much as she was able, from the jabbing needlepoints. Pleading for them to stop had absolutely no effect whatsoever. Then thankfully it stopped. She lay there gasping for breath, her underarm a mass of horrible sensations. Sweat trickled down her forehead and ran along the edge of the blindfold.

          “Gentlemen I’m going to have to ask you to be rather more careful. As you can see we’ve broken the skin in a few areas.” The young teacher indicated several swelling points of red on the shivering arm.

          “Try not to be too heavy in your approach or I’ll be in trouble with Mr Barrow!”

          Time passed incredibly slowly for Lisa as her other arm and then each of her legs were gradually explored by the boys and their awful needles. Throughout she moaned and squealed as the horrible feelings intensified, jerking and shaking each time she was pricked. In the darkness behind the blindfold she suddenly realised that the young Schoolmistress was addressing her,

          “Right young lady we’ve nearly finished for the day. I expect you’ve just about had enough but the boys have saved the best till last!” She chuckled. Lisa knew what was coming but hoped against hope that she’d be mistaken!

          “We’re going to see how sensitive the more intimate areas of your body are, I think it should prove most educational!” Her bright laughter filled the room as Lisa began to shake her head.

          “Noooooo Miss Please! Don’t let them hurt me! I can’t stand anymore, I really can’t I ca….” The stream of panic filled words was suddenly silenced. Spluttering and shaking her head didn’t stop the rubber ball being forced past her teeth. A strap locked the gag firmly in place. The only sound emanating from the “schoolgirl” was her rasping breath as it escaped her straining nostrils and around the edge of the black ball in her mouth.

          The boy swallowed hard and looked at the now blind and dumb woman bound before him. Totally helpless and revealed she was a schoolboy’s ultimate wet dream. His stiff penis pressed even more urgently against the front of his trousers. Holding the needle carefully between his thumb and forefinger he jabbed it experimentally into the smooth lower curve of the soft breast. He jumped as the woman spluttered around the gag and jerked against her restraints. His erection surged. Gradually he “pricked” his way across the shaking breast, ensuring that he covered the whole area before concentrating his efforts on the aureole and finally the nipple itself. Her reactions were certainly more marked at this stage. Unrecognisable sounds exploded from the gag filled mouth and her shaking and jerking took on an almost frantic nature. He took a deep breath and stepped backwards to let another take his place.

          Lisa’s breasts were covered in tiny “pinprick” marks by the time the whole class had experimented on her. Luckily only a few tiny spots of red dotted her quivering flesh but plenty of tears ran from beneath the blindfold. Geraldine Johnson thought that all in all the boys had controlled themselves rather well. It couldn’t have been easy to restrain themselves, the temptation must have been overpowering.

          “Right gentlemen. Now you really must be careful with these last two areas. Obviously you may test our subject for as long as you wish but don’t apply too much pressure!” The young schoolmistress laughed, “Who’s going first?”

          Lisa squealed helplessly and bit down on the rubber ball. They were pricking her pussy! Oh God!!!!!! The first sharp point explored the wet folds curiously. She jerked and strained at each sharp sensation. Fingers pinched the lips of her very sticky pussy and pulled them slowly apart. Comments and excited voices filled her ears as the boys watched their classmate open the woman’s swollen vaginal crease. Lisa felt her most intimate flesh being stretched and pulled. Then she screamed again and again around the ball, grinding her teeth into the unyielding rubber, as terrible pricking sensations began to flow from her labia. She jerked and literally thumped against the restraints as the needlepoints encroached closer and closer to the exposed pink hole. It took some time before all of her young classmates had taken a turn at testing the sensitivity of her vaginal anatomy. At one stage she appeared to have lapsed into hysteria. Sound exploded from her gag filled mouth as the needles explored the hood of her clitoris and then finally the engorged stub of the clitoris itself. She was trembling so violently that the examination couch was shaking where it stood. Several of the boys had to take a firm grip to steady it.

          The schoolmistress watched with her knickers growing wetter by the minute. Arousal flowed through her as the boys jabbed at the “schoolgirls” widely parted pussy lips. Besides actually jabbing at the very entrance to the vaginal passageway the needles were now being pressed into the end of the young womans’ clitoris. She shivered excitedly and tried to imagine what intolerable sensations Lisa would be experiencing at this moment. There was certainly a lot of movement from their experimental subject. Tremors were running all over her straining body, the muscles in her legs and arms flexing almost constantly.

          When the needlepoints attacked the bulging anal rosette of Lisa’s bottom she was finally broken. Her body had begun to feel very cold. She quickly realised she was in the first stages of shock. The room was quite warm so even in her distressed state she knew why she was feeling so cold. Sweat was trickling down her face and neck and she could feel it pooling between her breasts. She screamed and jerked in her bonds as the pricking began again around the entrance to her bumhole. It went on for what seemed a very long time…

          Lisa James blinked her eyes. The room was empty except for Miss Johnson, the class had filed out after completing their project a few minutes earlier. They were no doubt heading straight for the refectory and a well-deserved evening meal. Released from the examination couch and with the blindfold and gag removed she stood on shaking legs rubbing gently at her abused pussy and boobs. As the young schoolmistress tidied the room she kept glancing hungrily at the naked “schoolgirl”.

          “Well you little slut you seemed to have enjoyed this afternoons lesson?” Lisa said nothing keeping her eyes firmly fixed to the floor. Her face burned competing with the horrible sensations that seemed to cover every inch of her abused skin.

          “Well before I send you to see Matron you can do something for me.”

          A few moments later and with the door firmly locked a still naked Lisa found herself licking the hot and obviously extremely aroused pussy of Geraldine Johnson. With her legs spread and positioned in the stirrups of the examination couch the young schoolmistress surrendered herself to the wonderful sensations that her pupils tongue was causing. Very quickly she found herself jerking and moaning as an orgasm pulsed through her. However she didn’t allow the sore and distressed schoolgirl to leave until the red face was covered in vaginal juices. Lisa trudged tiredly to the san where Anita Palmer was waiting. A shower and an alcoholic rub, which set all of the tiny wounds on fire, was followed by an extensive application of antiseptic gel.

          “There we are, good as new!” said the nurse brightly as she patted the full bottom, “Get dressed and then you’d better have your supper.” Lisa looked at her tormentor from heavy lidded eyes. Exhaustion was leaking from every pore. She sighed tiredly and thought of food and sleep. Her body would recover quickly she knew. The throbbing coming from her pussy would take a little longer to satisfy, however her fingers could be very soothing at times…