No one at the frontdesk spoke any English and every one of the workers looked like they were in need of a green card.. Don't get pig wrong.. it has n... problem withpeople of different races or countries or anything else.. It is just trying tosetup the story for you... Anyway SIR and pig worked there was into thehotel room and waited for the guy to come in. He was busy getting hisgear from the trunk of his car. He walked into the room carrying a dufflebag large enough to hold a human. "No ma'am I'm not, don't you worry yourself at all." He hesitated just a moment then he started to improvise. His fingers touched her calf and started to work their way up her legs, up high enough that they were almost underneath her skirt. "The thing is though, if you really don't want me to search you for contraband or weapons then I'll have to take you downtown and book you... for both a DWI and on drug charges, I'm sorry about that ma'am. Although it's still your choice what I do." His. It was as if after being in control and bearing the burdens of intense investigations, fending off departmental politics and taking full responsibility for her own actions as well as those she worked with, she could, in the bedroom, shed those responsibilities, abandon decision making and allow herself to submit to the will of others, a role she accepted gladly. In childhood a domineering and abusive father had ingrained in her a self loathing which no amount of education, promotion or success. Then I saw the enema bag hanging from the towel bar at the back of the shower stall. Pink shoved the nozzle up my butt and released the clip. The water was warm but not hot and I could feel it flow quickly up into my bowel.Barney girl let me stand and Miss Piggy shoved a finger up my cunt and said. “Squeeze”I flexed my Kegel muscles and she commented to purple. “Hmmm. This one is tight. She might be hung up for quite a while.”That brought to mind Buster’s knot, and how long I had to wait before.