"You were NOT a brute. You were gentle." I was. I heard you cry but I plunged ahead. It's not supposed to be like that." You stopped. It was me that t...ld you to push." She was snuggling, moving gently against me.I responded to her kisses, running my hands over her back, down to the cheeks of her ass and between her thighs."I hurt you." Stop fretting, it had to be done." She lifted herself and peered down at me. Her eyes were glistening and she was smiling."Are you really okay? I didn't hurt. ..”“What photos?”“Of me having an enema.”“It’s a dead topic, Lize.”“It wouldn’t have to be pornographic -- would it?”I regarded her. “Would you really want to do something like that?”She shrugged. “You know -- I was really shy in high school and in college. I never wanted to draw attention to myself. I think you’re right, Ethan. Down deep maybe I AM an exhibitionist. I like the attention I’m getting from your customers. If we could take tasteful photos...”“How tasteful could they be?”“How can. Feathery kisses started at each one of her toes, his tongue flicking across the tips and lenght of them. He sucked the big toe into his mouth for a brief moment then continued his exploration. He kissed down the lenght of her foot to her ankle. He turned his attention to her other leg and repeated the sucking and kissing of her toes and foot. Kat closed her eyes and sighed. She never thought having her toes sucked would bring her this much pleasure. Her hands continued to gently massage his. I didn’t know why she was whispering; there was no else one around. “Why are you whispering?” I said. She was staring wide-eyed at me. “Shhh! I think he must be hurting her.” She strained to hear, leaning close to the window. “Oh, oh, oh. Yes!” came from the neighbors’ house. My wife shot a puzzled look at me. “He’s not hurting her,” I said. “They’re doing it.” “Really? You think they’re having sex?” She sounded unbelieving. Julie’s not a screamer and apparently she never heard one before. I.