Training Samantha Part 2
Training Samantha part 2. The bathroom was quite exquisite and absolutely huge. Every surface gleamed white except some fittings cast in crystal clear high strength acrylic material. One wall was just a huge mirror. The floor shone with polished tiles, shower heads protruded from the ceiling seemingly randomly, bidets and lavatories and even a crystal clear bathtub littered the room in seeming disarray. Sammy was visibly shocked at the sight. She expected privacy, there was none. “Where do I get cleaned up?” she asked. “Why right here,” Lenny replied, “Coffee?” he asked. “What?” Sammy asked. “Enema, coffee or water, we have strawberry sometimes,” he suggested. “No way!” Sammy protested, “My ass is an exit!” “Not any more,” Mike chuckled. He grasped Sammy by her wrists and made her bend forward. Lenny took a hose from …