I could envisage Judy’s next few movies containing some artistic pans across the more attractive parts of Los Angeles as the background to the title...credits... Not having been out driving at night for quite a while, the harsh glare of Mel’s security floodlights surprised me as I pulled into her driveway. I suspected they were deliberately positioned for maximum dazzle, and it was good to press the remote and drive out of the brightness and into her garage. As usual, I let the door close fully. I was to get on all fours, facing away from her. Then reach back, pull down my panties, and pull my ass cheeks apart and look at her. She would usually play with my ass in this position. She introduced me to the enema and it's erotic aspects. I was a little afraid the first time. She loved that. I had never noticed the massage table in her bedroom before. The water filled enema bag looked very ominous to me. "Now I'm going to fuck your boy pussy, Joanna."The long nozzle felt weird going into my. I was waiting for them to holler out the other items, but they never got around to it for some reason. After awhile I kind of got winded and had to stop. Lucky for me, there was more to the interview.Luther brought me into one of the side rooms where a guy was laying down on a little table with nothing but a towel covering him. Good thing he had that towel on because I could see he had a boner and I'm sure he wouldn't want anyone to notice it.Luther played a joke on him and pulled off the. She knew John would have to be a lot rougher and more dominate with her here on out and she knew he was for sure going to enthusiastically give her what she now knew she had to have. The question in her mind now was, HOW much pain is enough? A question she did not know the answer to. This new awakening was making her heart race. She realized that this was a safe, sane, inviornment that she could be used as a slut slave and not have any fear that things would go to far. No fear, a safe word,.