doctor faience bowl.

The doctor put her on his knees and grunted - at the bottom of the bowl a shepherd was painted, peering at the shepherd who crouched in the bushes for small need ...

“Marie! ... Come here,” Dr. Joseph called, and the clever maid, letting go of the mistress's feet, stood beside her.

“Now you’ll open this ass wide with both hands,” Marie giggled. - And you will hold until I say. And another thing - get the night vase ...

- And you, Mademoiselle, lie quietly and think about the pleasant ...

Dr. Joseph dropped a butter on the curette warmed in his hand and rubbed it.

- Let's start ...

Marie energetically stretched Antoinette's buttocks to the sides, giving the doctor access to the anus.

The doctor bent down and felt the faint, invigorating smell of ammonia coming from the curls that darkened between the thighs.

Turning slightly, he shallowly inserted the spoon of the curette into the hole and, hooking a piece of dense mass, carefully pulled it out, Shaking it into the bowl, directly onto the cowgirl's curious face, he again dug into the girl's ass and pulled out another piece. Now got the cowgirl.

Antoinette sobbed softly, but lay quietly, and Dr. Joseph, sniffing furiously and drawing the bitter-spicy aroma of the extractable into itself, continued to fill the bowl.

After some time, during which the doctor felt like a miner, the bowl was filled, and the curette began to enter Antoinette to its full length.

The doctor put the bowl on the floor, away from his feet, and began to look again in his bag.

“You can let go,” he threw a brown-eyed Marie over his shoulder, “and give me a jug of water.”

The doctor took a klystyrny syringe from the depth of the bag into the light of God, and checking the temperature of the water with his finger, began to fill it slowly ...

Marie, meanwhile, wiped away the cloth that had been taken out of the apron pocket, the soiled Antoinette's buttocks, and picked up the fragrant bowl, jumped out of the bedroom.

Looking back at the reclining girl, Dr. Joseph saw that she was lying, pulling her knees up to her stomach, and her shoulders shook softly.

And suddenly I realized that the girl was not crying at all, but giggling quietly!

He lightly slapped her bottom.

- Well, feel better? - asked Dr. Joseph fumblingly.

Antoinette looked at him over her shoulder with her large and already sparkling eyes.

- Yes ... wonderful ...

- Well, then let's continue, Mademoiselle Antoinette, so that at the ball you fluttered like a moth ...

The doctor took the filled klistir more comfortably, took aim, and, sliding his tip into the dark hole, pressed the piston.

When a trickle struck inside her, Antoinette gasped, wiggled her knees, but patiently received the entire contents of the syringe.

The doctor carefully took the tip of the klistir from Antoinette and dropping it into the jug, pulled the piston up ...

Inserting a klister between the girl’s slightly startling buttocks, he again emptied it with an energetic pressing.

Antoinette looked at him in dismay.

- Doctor, I am now ...

“Breathe deeply and do not strain yourself,” Dr. Joseph advised.

Following his advice, Antoinette was able to hold the water for a few minutes, then her face twisted into a grimace, she slipped off the bed and crouched over a night vase, substituted by a doctor.

There was a splash of gushing water, a heavy blow on the bottom of the pot, a few others, a weaker, bubbling rumbling and Antoinette sighed happily.

- How good! ...

Dr. Joseph, meanwhile, filled the klister again.

“That's not all, Mademoiselle ... Stand on all fours ...”

Antoinette obediently climbed onto the bed and, sticking out her ass, froze.

Marie entered the room and stood in the doorway.

“Quickly, pour it out,” the doctor nodded toward the night vase, “and let him prepare the water for bathing.” Tomorrow, Mademoiselle will jump and sing songs ...

Marie with an effort raised a filled pot and, trying not to splash, quickly left.

The doctor continued his work.

Listening voluntary murmur poured into Antoinette water, Dr. Joseph slowly looked young body, opened his eyes - the virginal womb, even the serried like flaps-pearl shells, round milky white buttocks, as if carved out of kararrskogo marble, soft dimples on the back and a straight line spine, passing into a thin neck, hiding under a thick wave of brown hair.

Marie brought in an empty vessel and Antoinette, crouching on it, slightly tilted her head, listening to the noise of the liquid flowing out of her ...

And suddenly, slyly glancing at the doctor, on the cat licked sweat over the upper lip.

- Well, this girl is still poured pepper in the pants of his gentlemen, - grinned to himself, Dr. Joseph thought ...

* * *

The rain finally stopped and the moon, swept out for the first time in many days, cleared the sky, flooded the streets of Paris at night with tin light.

The carriage swayed gently. In the pocket of Dr. Joseph, the louis were quietly jingling, handed to the baroness scattered in gratitude, ... The heavy figure of the doctor who filled the carriage radiated calm and confidence.

Before the closed eyes of Dr. Joseph, they vaguely floated - the young figure of Antoinette, her cherry eyes and thin tender neck ...

“Tomorrow I will have to continue my experiments,” the doctor thought in a half-nap.

The carriage crossed Grevskaya Square and stopped at his house.

- Dr. Joseph! - a short old woman with a lantern in her hands opened the door, - I was all worried ... It is dangerous so late to go to the sick! After all, you can lose your head! What will Paris do then without Dr. Joseph Guillotin?

“It's all right, Eugenie, don't scream ...” the doctor kindly murmured, “I'm already at home, and Paris will not perish ...”