” One more kiss, and Ed was gone.I went to the living room to sit in a chair and put my hands to my cheeks. I felt the heat of being flushed and aro...sed. What had I done? I had just invited a nineteen-year-old guy to come back for one reason and one reason only. To have sex with me. He could not in any way misinterpret my reason for inviting him back. I knew it would be at least forty-five minutes to an hour before he could make it back. I took a shower and put on a pair of clean underpants, a. I knew she was close to agreeing, so I asked her ‘Panties on or off?’ She blushed deeply. Although she had taken her panties off and given them to me at dinner before, in this very restaurant, I guess that was a little too far in this situation. ‘Definitely on.’ I had thought she would want them off so she wouldn’t have to ride home with wet panties. Then it occurred to me she might just take them off after. Ooh, that might be even better. Although the thought of her bare ass caressing the. Thegood news was that it didn't seem as bad this morning. Perhaps my body waslearning that I just had no use for morning erections anymore and my clearplastic prison saw to the task of not allowing me any. I spent most ofSunday morning lying around and contemplating the fact that I was not goingto be allowed to cum for the next two weeks. I had no complaints reallyseeing as this was my fetish after all and I was almost grateful that mywife's sister had found my hidden folder and that my wife. Then Mistress Betty took a huge enema bag that was filled to the top with liquid. She hung the bag from the ceiling and clipped the tube onto the end of the top cup. Lastly, she bent the long straw that was hanging from my gag, and put it inside the top cup also."There, I'm through. What do you think Mistress Cissy?" Mother, this is the most wonderful punishment that I can ever imagine."What the hell were these two nuts talking about?"Oh, poor Andrea must think I've lost my mind. Let me explain.