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Gassy Rehab part 2

... down. "Please? I'll continue to be so good and well behaved for you, I just need to talk to her. Just for a few minutes, that's all I'm asking for. Please?" Sam pleaded. Joy paused to think and sighed in hesitance. "Continue to behave well for me, and-" Joy suddenly paused and reached back, grabbing Sam's hair and pushed her face back into her ass. *PFFFLBLBLFFTTTT* She blew a nice rumbly warm fart onto Sam's face. Sam closed her eyes, and sniffed in the strong musky-smelling warm air. "-and we'll have this discussion next week." Joy sighed and told her. "Next week? Please I want to talk to her sooner than that..." Sam softly moaned. "We'll discuss it next week." Joy sternly told her. She then turned around and ordered Sam to sit on her bed. Sam, who was now looking really dejected, obeyed and got up off her knees, and sat down onto her bed. "I'll tell her you said 'hi' when I see her real soon. Ok?" Joy asked. "Ok..." Sam groaned and looked down to the floor. "Now where are your manners? You should be thankful when I fart in your face." Joy lectured. Sam looked up at her. "Thank you. Thank you for farting in my face." Sam thanked. "That's better." Joy smiled, she then took out a small bottle of perfume from her purse and sprayed some on her. "Don't think your Hannah would appreciate it if I showed up at her place stinking of farts!" Joy playfully stated before she then headed off out the room. Sam just sighed and sniffed in the odd mix of sweet perfume and the musky scent ...

... of Joy's fart.Chapter 7 A long slow week passed by. Sam had been eagerly counting down the days. The only part of the day where the time would flash by, was during the hour she had of sniffing one of the volunteer's ass. She had smelt 6 different women's asses throughout the week, and also of course she kept having a sniff of that familiar smell of Joy's ass and her farts. Group therapy would always drag along, and didn't seem to do much for Sam. Still at least it gave her a chance to briefly speak with her young friend, Claire. Finally, she was alone with Dr Blythe about to receive her daily dose. "So, Dr Blythe? Have you thought about it?" Sam asked as Joy walked into her room, with Sam sitting on her bed. "Thought about what, Samantha?" Joy asked as she checked her notes on her clipboard. She was wearing her usual work outfit, of a black blazer and black pencil skirt. The only difference was she was wearing a women's white button shirt under her jacket. "About me talking to my Hannah?" Sam reminded her. "Oh that. Sure, I thought about it." Joy looked up from her clipboard as she spoke. "Well? I've been a very good obedient patient, haven't I? May I please speak to her soon?" Sam asked, an air of desperation hanged around her words. Joy tightened her red glossy lips. "I'm afraid not, Ms Jones. I just can't allow you to do that." Joy replied. "What? B-b-but I've been so well behaved. Please?" Sam was in shock, her lip began to quiver. "Yes, and that is to be expected of you, ...