.. does that mean Mike would? That wasridiculous. He was a man. He was the head of the household. He was thehero defending his woman. He was not meant...to stay at home and do themundane domestic things that women did. How silly. I chased that thoughtfrom my head and tried to make sense of what Mike was saying. What did hereally mean - saying he wanted my life, to do everything that I used todo?I looked at him searching for an answer. He was still looking down at hisplate, not looking at me,. So, as if I had not been humiliatedenough, anyone present in the room had a good, long, view of my anus.This action was repeated several times, as I was often filled 3 or 4 timeswith the syringe in order to get the "proper amount of water" into mybowels. When the last syringe had been emptied, my aunt would leavethe nozzle sticking out of my bottom to act as a sort of butt plug, so that Iwould not expel the water prematurely. I was then made to spend 15more minutes back in the corner, same. Gavin got there around 1PM. As soon as we all finished lunch we left our parents to visit and the 2 of us went to change to our swim trunks. Gavin changed and brought his duffle bag to our room since we had it all planned out that he was going to sleep with us. The 3 of us spent the afternoon messing around in the water and having a good time. We flirted with some girls we met and hung out with them until it was time to eat dinner. Gavin and Taylor razzed me when we got to the room to. ”“It’s rather romantic and the earthiness of it seems to have a positive effect on Mike,” Cathy said.“It seemed to have the same effect on Bob,” Ellen said thinking back to the afternoon she had spent in the patio. She didn’t know if it was the fact that they were naked in the bathing pond or just an effect of the surroundings, but Bob had definitely demonstrated that he was still interested in her as a woman.Cathy smiled and said, “Mike is always an animal when we get out of the water. Of.