She emerged from the bathroom. “How did you make out?” I asked.“Really good -- I feel really cleaned out.”“And the soapsuds?”“I liked it...” she said. “Soapsuds did give the enema quite a kick. It was like the first one you gave me -- lots came out. And I did feel a little tingle -- a mild burning sensation as I pushed it out.” She embraced me and we kissed. “You holding me made it easier for me to hold it. I want to take the first enema of a series like that -- cuddling with you -- and, with. He climbed between the front seats, told me to hold on, and pulled out onto the highway. The floor of the van was fitly, and I was getting grease and pieces of sawdust on my slut-wear. Great, I thought, I’ll be a dirty whore.There were no windows in the sides of the van, and I was busy trying not to fall on my face as he rushed through the streets, quickly taking curves left and right.After fifteen minutes or so bright light showed through the windshield and I saw a sign with those All-American. ”The cat was out of the bag now. She stopped batting her eye lids after she heard what i said and began moving towards me. My heart was pounding fast as aunty touched my shoulders with her hands. “what else do you think an old woman like me can do?” she queried while her lips sported a mischievous smile.“i want you to see for yourself if i am handsome,” i said gathering the courage.Pratibha aunty walked back, locked the door, closed the blinds in the drawing room and returned to me. My head. Please let me go… I waited, too spent physically or mentally to even tense when I felt her get closer, but instead of reaching for my head I felt her stretch her arms up to where the wrist cuffs were. There must have been release latches somewhere higher up than the cuffs, because when she released the first one, I screamed when all my weight was suddenly on my right wrist. Her arm was under one of my armpits though, half holding me up as she undid the second on, and I didnt even have the.