I say ‘supposed to’, because from what I understand perhaps ten percent of us actually do, and I think that number is so low because having a colo...oscopy is supposed to be, supposed to be, mind you, about as fun as having anal sex with a porcupine. You go to a gastroenterologist to have this done, by the way, and you go to his (or her) office for a pre-exam screening to see if the full procedure is warranted. So you fill out the paperwork then go to an exam room and wait. And it’s a fun wait,. I reached for the buttons on her blouse and one by one, started to undo them, spreading her blouse open as I went. The bra she wore matched the panties around her waist. I should have known that since Miranda always matched when we were together. Slowly, I pulled the blouse from her body and she was on the couch in nothing but her undergarments. Miranda was just as beautiful, if not even more now, as she lied there in nothing but them. Again, I eyed the wet spot on her panties. It was now even. Her pussy lips were wet and glistening, swollen with excitement, and as Conner watched she slid her hand under her mound and pulled her pussy lips apart with her fingers, showing her wet tunnel to him.“Come on, baby, give it to me!” she said, looking back at him, the lust evident on her face. Conner couldn’t hold out any longer – not that he wanted to, anyway – and moved in behind her, positioning himself between her outspread feet. He grasped his cock and pointed it at her wet opening, then. But I am one of those, a dainty submissive under the guidance of aMistress. This is not a weekend kink for me. This is my life, and it hasbeen for years, since I turned it over to Mistress Vanessa. She controlsme now, and I am grateful for it. She makes the decisions, and I marvelat her wisdom.Now, she was telling me that we needed to talk.We talked all the time, I thought. About what I was going to cook fordinner. About which of her clothes she wanted ironed first. Yes, aboutour sex lives."We.