Now that her examination of my rectum is complete (for the moment), she tells me that I need an enema. Again, more crying and whimpering from me, but ...o no avail. I am to remain in this position as she prepares the enema. (Remember, the whole time I have been looking through my legs into the wall-mounted mirror to see my penis and balls hanging down, to see Nurse Ashley tending to my asshole ... the view from the mirror on the ceiling is quite interesting, too).It wasn’t too long before Nurse. Why?" Well, that's how tall I am and you seem just a trifle shorter." I had, of course, never told Connie who I used to be just a few short weeks ago."I really wouldn't mind that. Just think of the pretty 4 inch spikes I could wear if I were only 5'5" or 5'4". Oh! That was a very girlish statement, wasn't it?" "My voice sounds a little higher Liza. Do you hear that?" Yes Connie. I believe you are right. A smaller voice coming from a smaller body would be all right, wouldn't it?" Of course. I. Every day after school I would tit fuck mom twice just to get my hard-on to go away. She was all that I could think about in school. Around bedtime I demanded hand jobs and got them too. Mom’s whole attitude changed and not for the better either. Mom was broken physically and emotionally. She had practically become a zombie. Not only had her husband and her two brother-in-laws used her as a sex object for the past sixteen years or so but now her son was using her as his fuck slave too. I knew. “He owns his own construction company.”“Are any of ‘em professional wrestlers?”“Coach?” I was a little confused, to say the least.“Are any of your friends’ fathers professional wrestlers?”“No, sir.”“I didn’t think so! Hell, son, even I’m not a professional wrestler. I’m a history teacher. The only reason I’m your coach is that I went to Nebraska on a wrestling scholarship. But I got my degree in history.” He started pacing behind his desk, and then fixed me with a steely glare. “My point, Mr..