Anticipating what kind of enema I'd be getting and how large it would be were things I always thought about when I felt that nozzle pushing its way in...o me. It was cold, ice cold; I could feel the frigid hand beginning to expand as the stuff ran into my lower intestines. That was a word I had picked up from nurse Manners, who liked me to know what the technical terms for a lot of the things she did to me were called. My bunghole was my anus, the first place the enema hit was my rectal area and. In the corner, the apparatus steamed and gurgled as the ingredients of the restorative trickled through it. Fortunately, he had all the ingredients he needed. He felt a little better that he had done it right, as everything appeared in the apparatus as it should. Everything was the right color, consistency, and moved along at the proper speed. The flask at the end was already at half the amount he needed.He returned to his patient and placed a hand tenderly on her forehead. Her eyelids twitched. She asked if all the guys I had sex with were older like he was. I said most all of them, yes. I had even had one top who was four times my age (he was 60 at the time). She then asked if I liked it, I mentioned that I did, but a lot of guys paid me. With that she said, "How much." I told her I had made $500 in one night before. So finally she came out with it. She told me that her husband hadn't had sex with her in years (she was quite ugly in my opinion) and knew he had started liking. Kimber smiled as she recalled the one oddity of that particular morning. Dipping her toe into the water, before diving in to begin her workout, she remembered the look on her mother’s face as she caught sight of her daughter returning to her room sans clothing. As she stroked through the water, she felt only a little guilty that she had perhaps delayed a bit in the bathroom, wanting to get caught, and to shock her disapproving mother.Finished with her workout, she stood in the still cool.