”I pushed the drive into the slot on my laptop. “Let’s see...” my screen showed a page featuring the image of Lize holding the marble.“It’... a little autobiography,” she said. “I’ve been waffling about whether or not to show it to you. I decided I should.”I read through the text in which Lize described her experience and feelings when she received her first enema, how expelling the marble had convinced her and now how they were part of her routine.I let out a low whistle. “This is good, Lize .... She gasped as my fingers entered her and she begged me to take her to my room. I took my fingers from her cunt and made her lick them by pushing them into her mouth.Room 1301, be there in 5 minutes I told her. When I opened the door I stepped aside to let her walk in. It had to be her choice.As I closed the door I turned and placed my hand tightly on her throat like I do with you my pet. I felt her heat, saw her hips arch towards me.I picked her up then and pulled her legs around my hips and. That was all. He placed his hands close to her sides and began to rub himself on the small patch of her panties. After a few minutes of frustrating dry humping he pulled his underwear down to his thighs and once more stroked his cock on his babygirl’s panties.He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped him when he rubbed his cock against the silk of her tiny panties. In his excitement his strokes got faster and his cock slipped between her legs and rubbed against her silk covered pussy.“Fuck yeah,”. A moment later she broke away, smiling at him. "We'll have plenty of opportunities to practice that later," she said. "I could sense your inexperience, but it's nothing we can't fix with a few practice sessions." You're making this sound like school," he said."It is. Sex-ed, to be precise. But with less emphasis on theory and more emphasis on practice. Unfortunately they don't give degrees in this, so you're just going to have to trust me that I'm qualified to be your teacher." You must be the.