We all ate in silence, none of us wanting to disturb daddy. I ate quietly and watched the significant looks between Daddy and Brad and knew what was g...ing to happen. Mom looked dejected and Joanie was scared because they knew too. When daddy said he wanted some dessert, Brad immediately chimed in and they winked at each other. Mom tried to tell daddy to just leave these people alone but he told her to shut up and then told her to take Joanie and me and wait in the trailer.I had never helped or. This sounded like too much fun. She didn't mind having a list of tasks to do. She loved a challenge.She started with the enema. She never really knew how long it would actually take, but she enjoyed herself more if she had a couple hours afterward to recoup and for nature to absorb the extra moisture. She ran hot bath water into the tub, then filled the water bottle, attaching the white hose. She wet her hand and used the bar of soap to suds her asshole before inserting the nozzle. It slid. "You don't want my stinky clothes smelling the place up. Night."And, with a wave, she was gone again.He actually trembled, so glad was he that he'd still been sitting down, and that she hadn't seen what he was doing. It was enough to cool his ardor. He knew he wouldn't get anything else done, though, if he stayed. So he locked up his office and got on his bike to ride home.It wasn't until he was letting himself into his house that he realized that what she did see, when she came back in, was. Bare legs and a pair of pink, patent leather spectator pumps. He felt like a princess. “Oh, my Lord, you look like a Las Vegas hooker in that outfit.” Marian had entered the room and was admiring her son, eyes glistening. She put out her arms for a hug and Johnny went to her. “Let’s just put a drop of this on the hot spots, and your outfit will be complete.” She said as she produced a tiny bottle of Portrait of a Lady perfume. She removed the stopper and placed a dab in the crook of his neck.