Clive stood back and let me undress him. I knelt in front of him, removed his socks and shoes, dropped his pants around his ankles, and drew his jocks...slowly downwards. Never one to think much about cock size I must admit I was pleasantly surprised at the huge thick muscled tool that curved upwards to his navel from the tight sac between his thighs, the large bulbous knob a lovely pink flanged helmet of smooth flesh. Clive drew me upright and eased my panties down over my bottom until they. A large room with some seats was the Choosing Room where clients waited while a parade of such girls as were currently available passed before them and they chose the girl, or girls, they wanted for their session. Madame explained that the three groups were clearly identifiable by the Dominatrices always carrying a whip, and the Submissives always parading with their hands cuffed together behind their heads.When things were very busy in the House of Joy, it was always the straight sex section. “The bottle is an enema for you to clean yourself out. First, go to the bathroom and take a shit. When you’re done, insert the nozzle and squeeze the contents into your rectum. Hold onto the water inside you while you wash and refill the enema in the sink. The go back to the toilet, let the water go, and when you’re empty, reinsert and cleanse again.” She handed me the bottle of silicon lube as well. “Just use a drop per insertion, that’s all you need.” “You’ll probably need to flush five or. ." Sex? I imagine some of them are having randy thoughts from time to time, but frankly that goes with being human, not with being nude. They now know — not just intellectually, but from experience — that anything they were able to do dressed, they can now do nude. They aren't doing anything different here than other swim clubs at other schools throughout the city. The only difference is, they're not wearing anything."Diane looked at her. "That's your story. Nothing scandalous, in fact.