Nervous, excited, and more aroused than she’d been in years, she made her way over to him, and when she looked into his eyes, it was like looking in...o a reflection of her own desires, her own fantasies and dreams. There were no words between them, only a touch, electric, terrifying in its intensity. Reality faded, and all she could comprehend was the heat of his body, so close to her. Desire overcoming fear, she whispered in his ear, ‘I want to make love to you.’ Leaving the bar, driving to his. But all the pain became secondary to the pressure of the enema and the urgent need for release became my entire focus. "You're finished." He said, taking the pitcher from my hand when the last trip finally pushed the water level above the mark. "Unfortunately that took you 1hr and 46min - That's 46 minutes over your time limit." He walked around and fiddled with the tube from my butt plug but instead of the release I desperately needed, he came up in front of me holding a large 5L enema bag. “P-please … t-take it out! … nuuhhh … nuuhhh … Oh please … take it … take it … oohhhh … out … out of me! … I can’t … can’t … ooohhhhhh …” Her voice was barely a whisper as she begged for mercy. Slyguy123 smiled down at her.“Not just yet, sweetheart. Not just yet. You know, it occurs to me that I’ve eaten, but you haven’t. Would you like something to eat, Heather?” She felt sick as she saw him removing his pants. She knew just what he had in mind, but she was so exhausted by the mechanical thing. I was suddenly very aware of how my penis was swelling as she rubbed her skinny bare legs off mine and moved around restlessly on my lap. My shorts were dark blue nylon soccer shorts with a very light fabric. I was not wearing underwear. My cock was more than a semi pressing against her fleshy upper thigh; it was involuntary reaction I assured myself. Hash does tend to make one hornier after all. I became more concerned momentarily as we started to make fun of her, telling her that her.