Her breath caught again and he smiled. Oh yes, he could read her like a book and that breath had nothing to do with fear. Pink nipples puckered inviti...gly and he leaned down, catching one in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. Kendra cried out, bound hands reaching for him, the cry turning into a groan of frustration when she realized she couldn’t touch him or hold him as she wanted to. Soft laughter rumbled through his chest and his lips moved to the other breast, giving that nipple the. All toll, with what the university pays me, I grossed a little over four hundred thousand last year.? I knew a caught her attention with that. She seemed genuinely impressed. We talked some more. She told me her name was Jean Anderson. She was on her way to a new job in L.A. from back east but stopped along the way to visit some college friends. She had a motel room just up the road and, before I knew it, I was in my car following her back to the motel. Once inside her room. She’s wearing pink panties.Not for long, I reckon.Aaaaah, he’s rubbing her pussy through her panties.Yeah! She likes that. Look how wide she’s opening her legs!Ummmmm, I’ll bet it feels great.What colour panties are you wearing?Blue.Let me see them?Noooo! Omg! Mel’s undoing his jeans!She’s gonna get his cock out for sure!Look! He’s pulling her panties down! Wow! See her pussy? She has lots of hairs. Do you?And her skirt. Do you have many hairs yet?No, not many.Well then, it’s the same with me.. This morning wassuch a time. The enema was the worst of the tortures. I don't think Iwill ever get used to the feeling of the insertion of a rigid tubelikenozzle into me and the queasiness of all the warm, soapy fluid rushing tofill me. And then being made to hold it for an excruciating ten minutes.A weekly enema session will not be one of my favorite girlish things. Iabsolutely did enjoy the douche. The smell was so divine and the feelingof utter cleanliness it gave me is something I will want.