The boarding school for young-wives-to-be was one of the most progressive around. Every single day one of the assistants would tie Emilie’s hands behind her back and force open her mouth, while her personal tutor pissed onto her tongue. The salty, acrid drink was still difficult for her to handle, so most of the hot liquid flowed down her ample tits, but every day she felt that the taste was a little closer to something she could handle and possibly even enjoy, eventually. She knew that by the time her lessons were finished, just three months, she’d be able to drink piss, lick ass, and please her new husband in all those special ways a man needs on his wedding night. She made sure to thank the assistant and her personal tutor every time for their diligence and care.