He nodded and pulled off his boxers. "Like what you see?" Did he just speak out of place my pet?" "Yes my Lord." "I thought so." He then opened up ...he drawer to his desk and pulled out a smaller paddle. "Turn around."He sighed and growled. He slowly turned around stepping out of his boxers and pants."Beautiful do you agree pet?" He reaches out and grabs his bleeding sore ass and squeezes it tightly."Yes my lord he is but not as beautiful as you."'You lie.' He thought to her. He growled as. Is he really like that? Then the time came…my GOD it came. I waited at the car as Jessica went to get him. I didn’t have the balls to do it, I couldn’t just walk up and say ‘hi…how are you?’ Almost two years and he’d heard me moan, he’d heard me come… but I was still shy. He came out of the door, walked to the sidewalk…. he wasn’t much of anything special, I’ll tell you… but there was SOMETHING there… something inexplicable about his face, and I looking into the depths of his dark brown eyes I. “Just insert the tube far enough to ensure the water flows in. We aren’t giving her a colonoscopy,” I said.“Got it!” he replied. He proceeded to slide it back in with concentration rarely seen outside of a operating room.I hung the water filled bag from a hook hanging from the mantle nearby. Our guests didn’t know it, but the empty hook was there for this explicit purpose.“Ok, ask the patient if she is ready for her enema,” I directed. I had trouble maintaining a straight face as Brent walked. Judy and Mike had been eagerly looking forward to their trip to New York. In the interim, Mike Morris had learned that he had failed his retention physical and was due to be retired at the end of June. With a great deal of accumulated leave, it was no problem to get two weeks off. Although Mike had attended the Naval Academy at Annapolis, and Judy had lived at both Quantico and Camp Lejeune, neither had ever had the chance to see New York City and both were looking forward to it. As usual with.