I tucked my shrinking dick back into the panties and began to remove the bra. As I removed it from my shoulders I looked down to see a large wet patch...on the front of the panties. I pulled them open and stared down to see a large mess of mostly clear fluid having leaked from my dick into the panties. "Oh shit" he said. "They were from the airing cupboard. They're supposed to be clean and you've messed them up." Oh. Oops. But look, I jizzed, kinda." Yeah, nice. What are we going to do about. “Almost done with this.” He added. Wait! That isn’t what happened that first time. Henry was sitting in his office chair, but he had unzipped his jumpsuit to his waist and tied the arms like a belt. He had on a brown tee shirt that fit nicely in the chest and shoulders. He did something right to have it fit so well. He was playing just a normal game of solitaire on his computer screen. My memory just got too excited thinking back to the first time I was offered to entertain Henry’s sexual. She was nervous, but I knew from our conversations on the internet that the idea of it, the idea of being taken by a black man, that was just the kind of thing that she didn't want to do. And it was just the kind of thing that would excite her for that very reason.She dropped to her knees on the dirty rug in front of his desk. When he didn't move she unfastened Al's pants and pulled them and his shorts down to his knees. Al is a very dark skinned black man. His long, very fat cock was so black. ”“No -- I can stay like this for the whole thing.”“Looks like about half done,” she said. “How are you feeling?”“I’m starting to feel the fullness. No cramping, no discomfort.”“I remember you saying that you shouldn’t administer an enema without knowing what it feels like. Having taken them, I know what it is you’re experiencing.”“So, you’re getting a vicarious thrill out of this?”“I guess I am.”By now I could feel the water under my right ribcage. Looking up at the bag I saw maybe a pint.