Stuborn enough to need more demonstrations.

If you can make me do what...what you just made me do," she said, shaking with shame and fury, "Why can't you just make me thank you?"

"Oh, I could, " I said. "Or I could make you do this!"

A huge, stupid grin claimed ownership of Ms. Sorenson's face and she put her fists emphatically on her hips and sang "I'm a lit'l teapot, short and stout! Here are my handles, here is my spout. " <In lieu of the usual actions, I had her grab her tits and twat, respectively> "When I get all steamed up, hear me shout: BEND ME OVER AND REAM ME OUT!"

Grinning up at me from between her knees she dug her nails into her ass cheeks and spread them to show her brown eye.

"Sam, Honey?" she said in a sugary sweet giggly voice. "Could you get me a Perrier?"

"Sure Candi," I said, going over to the 'fridge and pulling out a bottle of the mineral water that Ms. Sorenson drank religiously and no one else in the house was allowed to touch. "Where would you like it?"

"In my ass, of course!" she cheerily instructed.

"Of course," I said, opening the bottle and holding the cold bottle against her bare flesh, making her squeal and tremble, but with a thought I kept her holding position and eagerly awaiting what came next.

I tipped the bottle upside down and Candi squealed and giggled as the chilled mineral water ran along her ass crack and down her back. Before it could all pour out, though, I got the mouth of the bottle against her sphincter and screwed it in. She shuddered and let out an "EEP!" I pushed a little deeper. A bubble rose up and her fart was trapped in the bottle.

"scues me!" Candi exclaimed, then giggled. I focused my power on her again and gave her an idea.

"Sam, Darling, could you take a picture of me like this?" she asked. "I want to change my facebook picture!"

"Of course, Candi!" I said, grabbing her cell phone. "Say 'Cheese!'"

"Cheese!" she said with a big inverted grin as I took her picture.

"Say 'I'm a slutty MILF!'" I prompted.

"I'm a slutty MILF!" she cheerfully complied as I got her from another angle.

"Say 'Oh my fucking god, why did you make me do that you bastard!'" I said.

"Oh my fucking god, why did you make me do that you bastard!" she said in that giggly, sing-song voice, then I let her have her old personality back and she screamed out in abject horror.

She stood back up in a shot, but she'd had her head between her legs for so long the sudden movement made her dizzy and she looked like she was about to fall over. I grabbed her around the waist to keep her from tumbling over. Feeling generous, I even pulled the bottle out of her ass, which had somehow managed to stay in when she stood up. The remaining water splashed down her leg and she shrieked, then pushed away from me and leaned heavily against the kitchen counter.

"You...you...." she exclaimed in fury and shame and what I guessed was a desperate effort at NOT thinking about killing me.

"Close, Candi!" I praised. "Just put a 'Thank' on the front of that and you've got it!"

"ARRRGH!" she exclaimed. "You fucker! You traitorous, perverted fucker! Why is it so important to you? If you can make me do anything you want WHY do you want me to thank you? WHY don't you just MAKE ME? WHY?"