Mandy started to crap, and I mean crap a lot. She apologized and said the enema must have knocked something loose last night.“Yes, the enemas will k...ep you very regular. You probably have a lot of food stuck in your intestines,” my mom explained.“Jesus, are you Charlie or the Chocolate Factory?” I joked as the stench rose. It was the perfect cover for me to push out my own banana shaped turd. It was deeply humiliating, and Jenny was watching and smiling the entire time.“I want you cunts to sing. Which I did with no resistance. It this point I was getting turned on by the whole idea and I kept getting a hard-on. I was asked to remove my robe; I was embarrassed, but did as I was told. The "woman" paid no attention to my hard-on, I'm guessing that they see this sort of thing all of the time.They covered my whole body with a gel; it looked just like shaving cream to me. After a few minutes, I told them that it was burning. I was told not worry about it, it was a natural reaction. After a. “Thanks,” I was trying to disguise just how grateful I felt. “How did you know I’d be back? And what about the other traffic?”“We talked about it,” Sara said with her usual candour, “and we all said you’re so happy with us and it’s so right and you’ve been away from home so much and you just changed and went all down when you said you had to go.“We reckoned your wife had to be pissed off and you wouldn’t be pleading too hard for her to give you another chance. And I knew what your headlights. And when I said that I was about to cum, you held my cock tightly and lay perfectly still. It was torture but well worth it. “Do you want to cum now?” you finally asked. I was almost speechless with anticipation and you knew it. You knew just the right moment, Julie. “All right, Stephen, I want you to cum for me. But not like this. Sit on the edge of the bed.” When I was seated as you’d suggested, you knelt between my legs, held my cock in your hand and kissed the head. Then you licked it,.