Suddenly, a rush of warm water surged into my bowels. The fullness of it pressed against my intestines uncomfortably and I tried not to cry out. “Ho...d it in, Jenny, be a good girl,” my boss coaxed, groping my exposed tits. I held the water inside me as best I could as it continued to rush into me. I heard laughter and knew my discomfort was obvious. Finally, the hose was withdrawn and I thought I would be able to expel the enema. “Not yet. Did I say you were done?” My boss demanded. I gulped. We didcontinue to fight for almost two more years with my participationending at the Battle of the Wilderness where I was captured.After the war I went back to New Orleans and opened up astable,[PC1] saddlery and feed store near the center of town. Mostof my clientele were Union soldiers and the gentlemen of wealth ofthe area. Except for the officers, the soldiers were usually brokeso they hardly gave me a tip. The majority of the NCOs only gave mea half penny to a half dime. However, the. She had harbored feelings for Eric for as long as she had known him, and yet as she had often confessed her feelings for him they had not been returned. Eric was just a little taller than she was maybe six foot if he was lucky and was very lean, he wasn’t muscular but he was toned. He always kept his brown hair short and usually spiked, only occasionally buzzing it, that is if Jim slipped-up while trimming his friends hair. Eric had the most piercing sky blue eyes, that held a wisdom he shared. I kept sucking and licking down there, and barely heard him say, “Holy shit, you really are a nasty fucker. That’s it, Jason, eat my fucking ass.”Bryan must have been clean down there or I never could have allowed myself to suck his ass, and as I probed his hole with my tongue, it seemed, in a perverted way, almost like when Emily sat on my face earlier in our marriage. He had long since stopped touching my cock, and never even tried to take it in his mouth, but I was so enthralled by what I.