I can she that she is still holding onto Mark too. She sucks on me for a few minutes before climbing up on top of me and guiding my cock into her...pussy. She is absolutely soaking and I slide in easily. She inhales loudly as she settles on my legs and starts to bounce gently. She lets go of Mark and uses her hands to steady herself as she grinds on me. Mark stands up and moves very close. He takes her chin and guides it to his erect cock and she takes it once again into her mouth using the. “It’s an enema bag, Dope,” Sherrie hits me on the head with her thin, firm hose.“Ow. Okay, I ‘got it’.” I laugh and grab the hose from Sherrie to inspect it. The rubber feels heavy and slightly bouncy, barely pliable. Sherrie rolls the tip thoughtfully between her fingertips.“My grandmother swore by this, when we’d all get sick,when we were young.I guess she still thinks of me that way. She used to give us olive oil enemas, when we looked like we were on the mend, to re-hydrate us and fortify. A warm wet spot started spreading on my thigh and I knew exactly what had happened. This was enough.I waited until I felt your grip around my neck lighten. Slowly I disengaged you from me, and keeping an arm around your waist, you with an arm around mine, I guided you off the dance floor, through the lounge, and out the door. I guided you to my car in the back row of the parking lot where the light was somewhat dim; still neither of us had spoken a word. I grasped you by the hips and set you on. I'm not sure what the problem is though. We've worked together well, and our relationship has benefitted both of us." I like you, Carrie," said Sarah carefully. "In a way though, your professionalism and intelligence proved deceitful. My colleagues..."Sophie interrupted. "What about the photographers and the runway directors? What about the technicians and even the designers you met? What about Victoria? What about me for that matter? And Elliot? Who cares about the faces and bodies you.