" High-bred?" said I. I poured him another tot of rum from the bottle. "And you the captain of a pirate ship?" In those days, aye."That part, at least... was not hard to believe. He was a man of fifty or more years, his beard grizzled, his clothing twenty years out of fashion, his eye dulled by age and drink but still with that glint of command. We had been sitting in the Duck's Head Inn, Squire Connor, the solicitor Batterton, and myself, waiting for a fourth player to walk through the heavy. ? Iwas crest-fallen.? It looked exactly thesame as when I had been spying in the windows.?Knowing that there had to be more, I started to push my way past Ed. ??? ? "Holdit there little girl." Ed said as he grabbed the waistband of my skirt,stopping me in my tracks.? "I am prettyhungry.? I think we should eat before weexplore the rest of the house.? Don't youFrank?" ?? ?? ?"Oh yeah Ed, I am pretty hungry.? I think we should eat first too." ??? ? Bastards!? They both just wanted to watch. ., with...," There is nothing quite like hearing a lusty woman read your words aloud while you're dining on her quivering quim. I couldn't take the arousal anymore and proceeded to stroke myself as I devoured Becky's crease with ever increasing gusto. Apparently Becky had noticed this and had hit a buzzer on her desk, because the door to her office opened yet again. This time it was Diana from the front desk who entered the room, and upon seeing our tableaux knelt so that she could quickly. She stroked my left side from my pelvic bone upward.I regarded her in her costume. Her blouse was low cut, showing plenty of decolletage. Cindy wasn't big enough on top to show much cleavage; nonetheless I was enjoying the view. I put my hand on her thigh and caressed her, my palm running along the nylon of her stocking, past the elastic lace, onto her bare skin and then back the other direction.I could feel the enema flowing across my abdomen above my navel. The heat and volume of the enema,.