"All right," I said. "I'm going to fetch some blood. I want you to scratch yourself here and there, including your breasts, arms and thighs, break you... nails." I touched her ribs. "Get rid of your stays and tear your shift. Mess up your hair and throw away those combs." They were my mother's," she said quietly, tears in her eyes. "Aren't you going to take me?" No need. We can fool him. You can keep your maidenhead, I hope. Give me your combs and get to work."I hurried down to the kitchen, found. “Good girl,” He crooned and kissed the back of my neck, “We have to give you an enema so your ass is nice and clean for Daddy”. I then felt the warm water rush into my rectum and start to fill my bowels. I could feel my taut belly distending and the pressure building until I felt that I would surely bust. “Oh, please Daddy. I can’t hold anymore. It hurts.” “I’m going to pull the nozzle out now baby girl, but you have to hold in all the water until I tell you so. Understand?”I whimpered and. Jaise jaise mein uski choochiyo ko choosta jaa raha tha uski tuni khadi hoti jaa rahi thi aur wo aahhhhhhhhhhhhhh ummmhhhhh mmmmhhhhhhhh ki awaaz karne lagi usko maza aa raha tha/maine uski poori chaati pe apne garam garam hoto se kiss kiyauske gale pe kiss kiya.aaahhhh uske hoto pe kiss kiya ummmmmm uski toungue to khood choosaa aaaaaaahhhhhhhh chooste chooste maine uski saari aur petikot hata diya wo jyada khoobsurat nahi thi lekin aachi lag rahi thi.maine uski choot pe hath rakha to wo. She was panting when she took my hand and led me up the last flight of stairs. We came to the top of the stairs to a door that said “Private, Employees Only” she turned and opened the door. It was not an office as I expected. There was a desk and computer, but also an antique arm chair, a chaise lounger, a camel back couch and a full length mirror on a stand. There was an Asian looking room divider with all kinds of material hanging over it. The window was covered with a large thick muslin.