The women in our family benefit from weekly enemas. I give Evie hers and Henry administers mine, it’s a Sunday night ritual. Evie will need and ex...ect it to continue. Have you ever administered an enema Tim?”Edie’s revelation gave him pause, then, “No, I don’t believe I ever have. And this will be my duty after the wedding?”“Assuredly, every Sunday night as I mentioned. Here we use a bulb syringe and give the enema over the knees.”“I’m not sure I understand Mrs. Golden.”“If we’re to have. ” His voice was full of desire, his words brushing over every part of me, my breath coming in pants. His fingers trailed down to my soaked pussy, running lightly over my folds, gathering the wetness that lay there. I arched into him, nails digging into his arms. I whimpered and bit my lip trying to be quiet. He laughed quietly, gripping my hair tighter in his fist; ran his tongue down my neck. I gasped and he sunk his teeth into my neck. I turned my head into his neck and screamed. I came. Zithrusa agreed, and went about setting up the class. She thought that having the women shaved would enhance the show somehow, perhaps with the masked costumes, it would at that.John provided a very sharp flake of volcanic glass to each shaver in the class, and first demonstrated on his beard, and had all the men in the class shave their beards, so they could see how easily they could cut themselves without using much care. Some of the women joked that they wouldn't let their husband shave them. The place filled up fast with co-workers and interesting costumes, I could have sworn it was superhero night since many of the male employee's turned up in bright coloured spandex like myself with enhanced muscles, weapons and armor stuck all over, as for the ladies we had many a sexy outfit to ogle.Everyone mingled with drinks in hand while the music blared in the background and people were trying to be heard, so far so good, drinks came and went rather quickly while some of the guys held a.