"I shrugged; I didn't feel like I'd saved anybody. I just felt tired. Susan turned to me and spoke again. "I don't care what you say, I'm putting it i... my journal." What journal?" The one that I'm keeping, I want to be a reporter one day, so I'm practising. I write a journal every day. Then I read it a year later, I reckon if I can make a boring day sound interesting a year later then I must be doing something right. And today is definitely not boring." Oh." I felt too tired for witty repartee.. "Naughty Jane, we thought you'd do us proud!" I tried to shake my headbut it was no use."Jane this is a new year now, you need to accept this is your life andit's not going to change, get her out of there Danielle," ordered Trish.Danielle got me out of the cage and removed my gag. "I can explain!" Iwhined. "He's lying, I tried my best, I was a good slave I promise." Itwas no use. The girls weren't listening. Danielle was now pulling down mymaid dress and applying some sort of lotion to my chest. He was staying at a local hotel on business and we had described what we would be wearing. As soon as I spotted him sitting alone at a table drinking a beer I knew that I was not going to back out.I am six-feet-two-inches tall and one-hundred-and-fifteen kilograms, so not a model, but I do get people looking. He was white, with short hair and looked about five-feet-eleven and ninety kilograms. I was scared but when we shook hands the warmth went right to my groin. We sat and talked for. Finally he pulled his finger out of my ass, gave me asmack, and put the nozzle in. He let me rest like that for afew minutes, getting used to the hard rubber nozzle inside me.Shortly I gave a sigh and relaxed against the post and heard aclick. My enema had started.Bill had not gagged me again and I now found out why.While the water (which I later found out had soap in it) rushedinto my gut, Bill came around in front of me and pushed his hugedick into my mouth. It was an interesting feeling,.