I followed her lead, squeezing them harder, running her nipples between my fingers. Stacy moaned and leaned forward, putting her hands on my chest, p...essing her clit against me as she started to grind, rocking her hips backwards and forwards. I looked at her face, a picture of pleasure. “Fuck. You look amazing riding me,” I said, loving the feel of her tightness on my hard shaft. “I love riding you,” she whispered. “It feels so good. You’re so deep. And it makes me feel so bad.” “Bad?” I. He loved the sight of a naked female bottom laying across his lap, an enema nozzle and hose dangling from her rectum. He loved holding her down, forcing her to take her enema or spanking or just taking her rectal thermometer. Linda was finally let up off Mike's lap, but she found herself standing bent over grasping her stomach as Mike continued to sit on the closed toilet. The enema nozzle remained in her rectum, it's hose still connecting her to the enema bag overhead. She danced from one foot. Then she smiled and said, "I forgot how great it felt to do that to a guy." It was then that I realized she was still fully clothed and had rendered me powerless for the past 20 minutes. She stood and slipped out of her dress. Then she crawled next to me onto the bed and said, "Now your tongue has a job interview between my thighs." I slipped my face between her knees and alternately kissed my between them and then down her stocking covered inner thighs until I reached the warm exposed flesh. This is so stupid sometimes.”Sandy smiled: “Remember girls, we love the Patriarchy, we live for it!”Tina smiled at her friends: “Thank the Patriarchy that we are finally halfway through our shift. I’m going straight the dorm and relaxing in a bubble bath for a few hours.”Tina and about 80 to 90 girls and women lived in a two story dormitory out behind the shop. The women had the downstairs, the old timers, they called themselves, and newbie’s, like Tina and her friends lived upstairs.Most of.