I'll tell what happened next another time but she had a friend, slightly older than me, training to be a ballet dancer, called Geoffrey and so gay, he...was beautiful. I knew him slightly but my sister knew that I fancied him and unbeknown to me, he fancied me too because she'd told him about my needs.Eventually, she arranged a date for me, told Mother what was happening (I'll explain that another time too) and had me dress in one of Mother's most sexy dresses, nicest underwear and lovely tan. That does not mean we are close, at least not in relationship terms, we've never lacked opportunity, just the desire. Dee is special.The day we met it was pouring with rain, I had been alone in the gallery all day, no staff, no customers. At five minutes to five the door opened and 5'6" of drenched misery entered, closed the door, looked around slowly and spoke. "You need me ... and I fucking need you ... where's the kettle?" I would of thrown her out, but she smelt that bad I didn't want to. Linda blushed even redder as Mike told her how life would be like with him. Her pussy was dripping into her panties as he told her he was going to give her the enema she so long imagined. She followed him obediently into the bathroom and watched silently as he prepared the enema equipment. Mike began assembling the enema equipment he intended to use. He knew exactly what he was doing, he'd done this before. He selected the 2 quart red rubber bag. He filled it with warm water and a packet of. I also told her about Shawn leaving me alone at the concert. “What did you whisper to Shawn anyway, to get him to take me to the concert?” I asked.“I told him that rumor has it you give a phenomenal blow job.”“Court!! What the fuck?!”“Well, I didn’t want you to have to go alone. Plus, that is the reputation you seem to have so far. The service industry and this town are more connected than you’d think. You might want to slow down.”“Jesus,” I muttered to myself. “How many men have you.