One of his hands was pinning her slightly to the stairs while the other one reached around to tweak her nipples. He slid his hand down her smooth tumm..., through her neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair to her swollen clit. It was peeking out, begging to be played with and he obliged it. Circling it with one finger and then two she could feel the force of his fucking her increase. It was as though she could feel his need to cum build with each thrust. Her orgasm was building to erupt again. With. It would be hard to get out of here with nothing but a blowjob now. He nodded, unaware of how nervous I was. I reached for the belt buckle, pulling his belt through the loops of his jeans. He was thin, about 160, and stood above me at 5 9. He was muscular though, and when I pulled his jeans off I placed my kinds on his powerful thighs. Then I pulled off his boxers to reveal his cock. It was shaved, about 6 inches long, and already starting to swell up as I gently held it. He let out a deep. The maid finished refilling the bag and returned. Jennifer could feel the tip slip easily into her now greased and stretched asshole. The slave maid released the clamp on the hose and allowing the resultant air bubbles to rush into Jennifer's already full colon. Jennifer gasped at the pain. She began to cry louder now. The maid kicked her in the face which shut her up quickly. As the pain of the second enema reached it's peak Jennifer began to think that the maids were worse than the whip. I could tell from theirstern faces that they were not buying it. And I had to get those pills."Really? Prove it..." demanded Emily. She crossed her arms and waitedfor me to respond."I love everything about FemBoy. I really love your femboy panties. Andyour... special vitamins. They are all I think about..." I confessed tothe room of women. They chuckled at my response.Emily smirked and replied, "I bet you do. They are specially'formulated' shall we say. How badly do you want them?" I'll do.