‘What the heel’ thought Tom. He dashed up the stairs, threw the door open, only to see the girl laying not the bed and the new husband ramming a l...ng wooden pole in and out of her fanny.“What the hell are you doing that for,” yelled Tom.The young man replied “I’m making sure there’s no bees in this hole.”Do you know that according to the holy book (bible) everyone is allowed to have 16 husbands/wives.‘4 better, 4 worse, 4 richer, 4 poorer’.Hmmm! I have enough problems with one, (dear, please. I was now stretched painfully upward and any attempts to bring my arms down only tugged at my nipple clamps, tightening them even further. Pulling out a small an enema bag, he held it in front of me. "I have here 1 cup of concentrated liquid soap. It'll mix nicely with your enema and give you a thorough cleaning, though I'm afraid the cramping will be something you'll have to endure."Ignoring my desperate pleas, he proceeded to pump the soap into me. Within minutes, I felt the cramps intensify,. Each conversation we had was becoming more terse and infrequent, with the last being over four days ago. We had not been out of touch that long since before our parents died. I needed to sort this out.I picked up the phone on my desk, now covered completely in neat stacks of paper, dialing it. I put my stockinged feet up on the desk, glancing over them at the painting on the wall. I purchased the painting on a whim last week because the saleswoman assured me it looked decidedly feminine yet. ‘This is how it should be,’ she murmured, ‘nothing hidden, everything to discover and learn.’ She ran her fingers down his chest before brushing him lightly with the back of her hand, marvelling at the smoothness of his skin, the taut power of hidden muscles poised and ready to spring into action. This was no soft ruler, indulging himself in food, drink or pleasure. He was a man of action, moving amongst his people, working with them, protecting them as he protected her, wanted her. She felt.