I laughed."Well, maybe if you didn't smell so good," I added."I smell good?" she asked."Oh yeah!" I said with more passion than I meant. We both blush...d and looked away, falling silent. Jill was as far away from me as possible considering our confined space. I was surprised when she turned off the flashlight a moment later."It's weird really," she offered."What?" I asked."We're cousins," she said. "Even the thought of us being together should disgust me." But it doesn't?" I asked, already. She was my last girlfriend. We had been together for almost sevenmonths, not a record for me but close, when she told me that I wassmothering her and she couldn't take it any longer. Mom heard about thehouse project from Mrs. Jamison and came up with a good plan; althoughit probably didn't work out the way she planned.After meeting with Mr. Jamison, he hired me and provided the apartment.In return, I was responsible for doing most of the necessary demolitionto clear the way for the contractors. This particular time, as she washed between my legs, she slowed and just used her hands; no washcloth. She soaped my pecker and balls, and then instead of rinsing immediately, she started pulling on my pecker and touching my balls. It felt good, tingly. She had me wash her breasts without the washcloth, too. So I had to soap my hands and rub all over her tits that I had been staring at. They were surprisingly softer than they looked and about the size of small bowls. They felt really good. And. Remove her cuffs and I'll untie her ankles." After doing so I said, "I think she needs one more treatment before we let her leave, Princess. Bring her to the guest bathroom." Again, Stephanie led her by the hair to the bathroom as I followed. "On your knees, bitch, with your cheek on the floor." Priscilla did as she was told. I took the enema bag from the shower curtain rod knowing full well Priscilla had seen it at least once tonight as it was hanging in plain sight. I began to fill the large.