She looked at Samantha’s bottom with relish. She had spanked so many bottoms over the years but she reckoned Samantha’s was particularly spankable...Samantha kept looking at the backs of Janet’s legs. She felt Janet’s hand rubbing her bottom and knew that her first ever spanking was now just moments away. Would she regret agreeing to be spanked? She would find out very soon.Janet raised her hand and brought her open palm down hard on Samantha’s near bottom cheek and savoured the gasp it produced.. The ritual repeated; lather, the razor whisking along and then rinsing off. The enema was next and the part she disliked the most. Easing the nozzle up her tight rectum, she laid flat on the showers tile, feet propped up on the wall and the ‘rain’ pounding on her chest and face. Lifting the bag high she felt the cold-water move into her like the ocean. She lay there; feeling her bowels knot and turn until sure the bag was empty, then she stood up carefully and removed the nozzle. Keeping her. Pinned against the sofa, out lips still entwined, I aligned the head of my monstrous cock to her tight, dripping wet cunt. Slowly pushing my massive head into her, she squealed, thrusting her head back while producing a deep, pleasurable yet painful moan as I stretched her opening. “Fuuuuuuck,’ she groaned. “God your cock feels goooood.”“Oh fuck your tight,” I moaned, “You like that don’t you baby..”“Fuck yessss,” she wailed, ‘Moooore!”Thrusting further into her tight warm cunt, my lips moved. He started to get argumentative with me at the table with the next item. I called for a ten minute break to stretch.In the room that was reserved for us for coffee and private discussion and - I was willing to bet - was bugged, the State Department guy started again before I could even refresh my coffee.He was berating me for even being in these negotiations and interfering with his expert opinion.Enough was enough and I instantly had enough. I snapped my fingers to get the attention of my JBG.