And then she licked away from my nipple, her warm tongue dragging across my round breast. She moved lower, nuzzling into my underboob. She cooed her d...light, her tongue falling the edge of my breast before switching to the left one.“Oh, you taste so wonderfully salty, my dearest Misses Fatima,” she moaned, staring up at me with ancient eyes.“Just make me cum. I need it.”“Patience is always rewarded.” She giggled. “Especially from my most diligent tongue.”She licked lower, bathing my stomach. "Again, she shook her head."Well, then," I replied. "We must think of another way."Once again I harshly divided her ass cheeks. My index finger pressed sharply against her anal opening. I felt her thighs tense in response to the impending intrusion. However, moments later, despite her muted squeals of protest, my finger overcame the force of her constricting muscles and firmly implanted itself deeply within her ass. Suddenly the utter helplessness of her situation overcame her. Tears streamed. Everything had been going so nicely until Ihad been left alone with Fiona. I was sitting naked, with my wristsbound behind me, unable to even stand by myself. I felt alone, totallyvulnerable and completely lost. What was going to happen to me?'All will become clear soon enough, my little sissy boy.'Fiona was still naked and she moved in front of me and dropped to herknees. Even in my confused state I could appreciate just how beautifulshe was. Her figure was that of a Nubian Queen and she did. “It’s sort of nice but it’s making me feel squishy inside.”“I’m giving you an enema. Have you ever had one before?”“No.”“Didn’t your mum give you one when you had constipation?”“Never,” insisted Mel.My parents never gave me enemas either, but it was a different story for one of my semi-regular women friends and was the reason she got turned onto anal sex. I’d had her in mind when I purchased the device currently embedded in Mel’s bum, but hadn’t yet had an opportunity to use it with her.Keeping.