I had a bad feeling what was going to happen. Sure enough I was right, Mistress removed my blindfold to find Master holding an enema bag filled with a...soapy mixture. I have never had an enema before; I was feeling very embarrassed and exposed."Don't worry slut Tabitha, we're only going to give you two of these today!" Master said with a smile as they both left the room.As I watched the fluid disappear, I could feel my bowels begin to expand, the pressure becoming most uncomfortable. The fluid. “But your arse grew kinda sexy and round and my sis has smaller tits!” I batted away his hands as he laughed. I wasn’t a bender!Now in my dreams I was free to bend over in what I was instructed was called the “doggie” position. Literally wagging my lubed and moist tail for my new rider. I had decided to call my hooded and faceless penis jocks riders as they always rode me, and jocks cos jockeys rode ponies! I was the pony!On the wall stood a chart with 110 sexual positions on it, and it seemed. Three, certain of target. Four, always loaded. Five,... , Five...” I couldn’t remember the last, no matter how hard I tried.“Never point a firearm at...” “at something you don’t intend to kill,” I actually finished over him, almost word for word.“If this were a formal course after using the teacher you’d have been docked for changing the order and wording. But that was very good considering you only heard the rules once.”“Is there a reason you keep saying ‘firearm’ instead of ‘gun’?”Nallen’s. What about this evening?" Well, unless we spot something special elsewhere why don't we eat here?" Fine by me. Are you ready?" Yup!"Reception could not have been more helpful. They suggested that they take the free car service and then stay with their driver who would drive them around for an hour before picking people up for the return journey. All they would have to do is tip him. Thirty or thirty-five dollars was recommended. They also booked in for dinner at seven.Restricted by baggage.