”Tony managed to squelch his laughter and was able to stick out the tip of his tongue. Little Bit responded in kind. Then they both laughed and then...kissed.When they eased apart, now breathless, Little Bit murmured, “I hate you, Tony Kramer.”“And I hate you, too, Elizabeth Harris,” he replied. Then he added, “By the way, if I’ve never told you before, I simply adore your nickname. You’re my Little Bit, aren’t you?”“I’m afraid I’m stuck with you,” Little Bit admitted dejectedly. “It’s what. She screamed in pain but never said her word. I knew she loved the pain, so I whipped her continuously as I pulled on her nipples and then before I lost my control I took off the bars, then carried her into the larger bathroom with a full tub/shower and turned on the cold water to wash over her reddened body. She felt better and I turned off the shower but not the water, left the room then returned with the enema tool. I attached it to the spout and said ?bend over for your master whore? she. "And it is used for pain," he said, swatting her ass firmly with the palm of his hand. Slave's breath hissed at the sudden sting."This time, it will be used for cleanliness. I intend to fuck this hole," he said, his finger suddenly applying a dollop of icy cold lube to her puckered rosette. Her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply. "And I don't intend to get my cock dirty in the process." He pushed his finger deep inside her ass. Slave gasped.Just as quickly, the intruding finger withdrew.. “I’ll go with you for a while to see what it’s like,” I told him.“Okay, let me get on first, and I’ll open the jump seat for you,” he told me, as he quickly got up on the tractor and moved something in the cab.“Come on up,” he told me, but I was much slower getting on the unfamiliar machine. We were soon both seated, and Bartley explained the controls to me before starting the machine, but there were more levers, dials, and switches than I could keep track of that quickly.“Don’t touch anything.