***** It was evening. Amy rolled over in John’s bed, and felt the length of his body, in its entirety, against her skin. She wanted to ask him somet...ing, but feared the answer. ‘What is it, sweetheart?’ John asked, noticing the look on her face. ‘Are we exclusive?’ she blurted out. It wasn’t how she meant to put it. John laughed and Amy smiled, hoping the question truly was ridiculous. ‘You know I love you, don’t you?’ he asked, as he brushed her hair away from her forehead. His question hung. . indescribable! She wiped the sweat with her hands from her tits; she pretended to do that "casually", but it was obvious that she wanted to make all the boys horny, who were there. Everyone looked at her, she knew that and she enjoyed it. I wanted to lick her whole body and then fuck her! I had such a boner that I could'nt take my bath towel. After that day I could'nt get her out of my head. Whenever I stroked, I imagined her. How she blows my cock, how I caress her tits and lick them, how I. Straight as a die. But never judgemental. Loving. I used to joke he was like a humbug – hard on the outside, but soft in the middle. You need to ask Jenni about their relationship. He was older than me; he’d retired early from mental nursing and when we met he was what he called ‘odd-jobbing’. He’d bought that yacht, Eirene, and was living in her while he went around ‘mending stuff’. Actually, he was a lot like your Rob. Had a motorbike.”“My Rob?”“Tell me you aren’t fond of him? More than. Is your butt clean? Are ready for Daddy and his friends?" My mind reeled. Friends? Clean butthole? Oh my God, just what did I get myself into? Then, Barb led me into the bathroom and hung up a red bag on the shower door. I was told to assume the position, and she admininistered not just one, but two very humiliating enemas (she watched as I sat on the toilet, and told me to "jack off" but not to cum as I held the liquid inside me). Finally, she had me shower, and, after I had dried off,.