Which makes my rectum clear as hell every time I poop (and slippery as well), which saves time to manually remove poop doing enema (which I felt DISGU...TING!!!).I have a sexual fetish to have anal masturbation in public without getting caught. Hence some of my days around evening (when daylight is about to be dimmed) I went out to a remote place few kilometers away from my home with my bike where there will be no people around. Once I went to a safe place far from locals I unzip my track pants. Dammit, that was a good horse, and I was going to get even with the son of a bitch that caused his death!I had no choice, and Janet joined me on the ground. The area was so flat, except for the clump of hillocks protecting our assailants, that we both had to shelter behind the body of my horse as we lay prone on the ground. My horse had fallen so that he landed on top of my rifle, and I could not draw it from the scabbard. Janet had not had time to grab her rifle, so we were reduced to having. I also said goodbye to Phil McCrea.“Doctor McCrea ... Phil ... thanks for helping sort out stuff for me today,” I said. “This has really helped sort out some stuff for me.”“Any time, Will, and you know where my office is; Room 3-43,” he said. “Anytime you have questions or problems, even about life here at the University in general, come up and see me. I know adjusting to life at University can be a bit of a shock to the system for some people, so if you have any problems or concern, don’t. "Kiss my foot," she commanded. So I did. "Keep kissing it.With feeling," she commanded. I did my best.Meanwhile Nancy started spanking my ass, right through the panties, whichprovided little protection. First she used her hand, then somethingharder and flatter. I guessed a hairbrush. She spanked away, and it wasstarting to hurt. Occasionally she would stop spanking and caress my assinstead. "What's the matter Sissy?" Nancy asked tauntingly. "Wiggle yourass for me," she commanded. .