" How?" Textbook. He paused, just long enough to let her mind formulate its own possibilities. Fear was a powerful persuasive force. "Play with yourse...f." What? No!"Ryan regarded the traffic, before sliding his gaze back to her and shrugging. "Told ya."Christina was indignant. "Wait. You think I won't do it?" I know you won't." He refrained from using the word 'chicken', its meaning clearly implied.She stared him down. Ryan could see her in exactly the predicament he wanted: trapped between the. “I am soo sorry, Sir. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Please forgive me, Sir,” holding the red bag, which I had left in the bathroom. The bag was a 2 quart open top beauty, which she had filled to capacity so that foam was pouring over the rim. “Sir, you need to punish me for not obeying your order. Please, give me my well-deserved enema.” OMG, I didn’t know what to say. After the harsh first one, she requested another one. I cleared my throat, “Yes, Ms. Susan. Let’s hang the bag on the. Mai zat se niche zuk ke uaski chut chatne laga. Wo jor jor se siskariya bhar ne lagi aur muze kahane lagi ke muze bhi tumara chusna hai. Phir hum dono 69 ki position me aa gai.wo mera land under tak lele kar chus rathi thi aur mai usaki chut me apni jibh dalke chus raha tha. Thodi der is chusai ke bad wo jhad gai aur maine uaska sara pani pe liya. Kya swadist pani tha dosto mai apko bata nahi sakta. Ab mera bhi jhadne wala tha maine uase kaha to uasne kaha ki mai tumahara pani pena chahti hu. "Unfortunately for Carl the phone in the kitchen was not cordless and thedoor to the garage was in kitchen."Well, oksy, where are you dear?" his stepmother asked."I, I am in the kitchen, whyyy?" Stuttered Carl."Because silly I need you to come out to the garage and help me unloadthe car, okay, bye!"Mrs. Monet no sooner hung up on Carl than she burst into the kitchen tocatch him dressed in her heels, hose and underwear. She at first laughedand pointed at Carl."What are you some kind of sissy or.