The next time we find elise it is night time. Jr has her out back sitting in an old ****** desk. She has on black hose, black heels, a short red skirt and a black blouse –a sweet ****-next-door outfit. The problem for elise is that she is securely bound to the desk –even the fingers of each hand are roped down flat to the top of the desk. She also has a clear bag over her head, secured around her neck with a tall, thick rubber collar. The bag is open on the top of her head. It is raining and cold out there and we can see that elise is shaking from exposure. The bag on her head is becoming opaque from the condensation building inside. When it sticks to her face she shakes her head violently to remove it, but it stays put. That’s going to be the least of her worries this evening. When jr comes out to address her the first thing he does is stand up high behind her and begins to urinate into the bag covering her head. It fills quickly with yellow fluid and she starts to freak. She tries to get away from it as it fills up closer and closer to her mouth. It rains down over her head and face, in her hair, the smell fills the bag and she bucks about looking for an escape. She cries out, which only sucks urine into her mouth. It gets into her ears. At first it is warm but it doesn’t take long to grow cold in the environment. Finally the bag burst from all the urine inside sending a cascade of warm piss over her body. Still freaking out and gasping for breath she sucks the urine soaked bag into her face hole before she can get away from it. And that’s how jr leaves her; cold, and covered in his body fluid. Her only focus is keeping that bag off her face hole.