Leaving the kettle to its own devices Leona came and sat by me on the bed, she sighed and kicked off her shoes, wriggling her toes and stretching out ...er long, long legs."That damned kettle takes an age to boil," she commented, "you're not in a rush are you?" No rush," I grinned turning my head towards her, "no rush at..."The words dried up in my throat as I found myself looking deep into her ice blue eyes, I felt that I could drown in her eyes and my heart skipped a couple of beats, the next. At about 6.15pm I was still working when my Mistress appeared in the kitchen doorway. I did a double take. Never had I seen her dressed so sexily. I should I guess describe her for you, she is 5ft 6in tall, very pert 36D breasts, legs to die for, slim, a size 10UK, with long blonde hair which she has down at home but puts up for work. She had on clothes I had never seen before, a black see through blouse, obviously no bra, and a very short mini skirt, I. He reached around me and pulled my ass and legs over closer to the edge of the bunk. I took notice when he started to rub up and down my crack. As if that wasn’t enjoyable enough, he stopped momentarily and when he returned his hand to my ass crack, he had some lube on his fingers which he was transferring to my asshole. I then quickened the pace on my cock sucking and was shortly to be rewarded for my efforts. He moaned quietly and then filled my mouth with his tasty package. I made sure. She stopped the flow until it went away.It continued this way over and over. Fill, cramp, stop, and start again until the bag was almost empty. But now the pressure was becoming uncomfortable. It had another unexpected effect. The warm water and the pressure caused me to have another huge erection. Just as the bag emptied the last of the enema into my bowels, I shot my load, and I was very noisy when it happened. The nurse seemed shocked and began to giggle uncontrollably. She said, “I guess.