At nine o'clock, the building was all but abandoned, which was good, because the last thing Jackie wanted was anyone around for what she was about to ...o. Heading to the washroom, she went into a stall and pulled the enema out of her purse. It was warm, as she had rested it between her thighs and left it there for a couple of hours, while trying to pass the time on the computer.Fifteen minutes later, she walked back into her office. She just planned for a quick romp here when Dan arrived, and. I loved her already. She was everything I wanted to be. I rubbed harder, my fingers digging into my panties as Daddy knelt on the bed, leaning down, kissing at the woman's sleek thighs. He looked so strong as he moved his hands up her legs, so possessive. He knew he owned this woman. His hands reached her panties, drawing them down.Blonde curls. “Mrs. Carpenter,” I breathed. Yes, yes, the older, mature beauty was this woman. She had a low voice, almost smoky, and she was so gorgeous.. When the dam finally burst, it was almost as orgasmic a feeling as when Harlan first probed her clit; fluid shot out of her like a laser beam into the snow. So focused on the relief to her bladder, she inadvertently let the bottom of her feet make contact with the frigid snow, sending a shockwave through her spine and jerking her face into Harlan’s sack; she reached back and gripped his upper legs to stabilize herself as she finished her business. Harlan never thought that he could be turned on. He said, “If we’re going to stay at a castle, it should be like that.”I enjoyed the grounds though they were very much tamed and, of course, smaller than my parents’ place. It was gorgeous. We came back and it was time to dress. I shared a suite with Angela. We each had a bedroom opening into a sitting area with separate bathrooms. It was sybaritic.I lay on the bed just feeling its softness for about ten minutes. Angela came in. “Jar, what am I going to do?”“About what, Ange?” I knew she was.