The old man would come in with his rubber hot water bottle that included the tubing and paraphernalia. He would put something in with the water as he ...illed the rubber gland and then screw in the tubing apparatus. Out would come the Vaseline jar for the butt plug on the end of the hose that went in your butt.It was awful waiting as he ran threw this prescribed procedure, his own contrivance, as you lay there naked. He would hold up the enema bottle with one hand and tell us to “put your knees. Slowly, but surely, moving west. She saw a group of men moving towards the tunnel. Their leader was dressed like a businessman down on his luck – suit astray, shirt untucked, hair unkempt. He looked forlorn. The one beside him on the other hand was animated with a frenzy, all smiles with the charm of a shark.In the businessman’s arms, a man – no, a boy, lay still. The compass pointed directly towards him, following his movement.She scowled in annoyance. She was too slow. The WuTong had found. She moved one of my hands down to her pussy. She cried out with an orgasm when I rubbed my fingers rapidly across her clit. She turned her head and we kissed hard and recklessly. My cock was hammering her ass as pussy juice dripped from my fingers.“On the couch. Finish me on the couch.”She sat down and rolled her legs back by her ears. I looked into her deep green eyes and guided my swollen shaft to her tight asshole. Our eyes stayed locked together as my cock easily slipped into her dark. ‘It’s a miracle no one in this pub recognized you, Betty. I guess your little getup’s a passable disguise for now, but soon no bonnet or mask on earth will keep you hidden from the masses!’ ‘But wait. I just, I just—’ ‘And talk about guilty by association? Just the fact that you have history with me, a common tramp, is bad enough. A lot of people know me down here, Betty. They call me Easy Eu. Didn’t know that, did you?’ ‘Eugenia, please—’ ‘Shh, Betty. Just think what they’d say: a gutter tart.