The thickness felt perfect in her hand. Not quite the size of the Admiral’s member, but comparable. And the smooth surface felt like nothing she had...ever held. Thoughts raced thru Evelyn’s brain. ‘Should I? Can I dare debase this sacred object with my basest desires?’ But then another thought entered, a thought that seemed to emit from the object itself, ‘Give yourself to me. Let me become one with you.’ Evelyn slowly got up from the chair, and, gingerly holding the knife, made her way over. He disappeared behind Beyonce. 'Oh my God no', she thought as she felt him unscrewing the end of her tail.There was a screw fitting with a valve housed in the anal plug. He took a lengthof tubing from the case and screwed it in, he then set up an inflatable pressurebag and hung it on a stand behind Beyonce. Jen caressed Beyonce's head and then her chest, sliding a finger along hermoist, sweat covered body. 'Tomorrow I want instant obedience from you slave. When your enema goes in,think about. I was showing here some good video of this when she started to jerking me off. “I want you to shoot your load all over my pussy” she said. “Better yet, I’m getting my monthly friend in a few days so, ill jack you off and as you’re ready to cum, stick your cock in my pussy and shoot your load in me! OMG that drove me crazy. (I have been pulling out for years and leaving it in is a big treat for us both). I knelt down between her legs. She was on her back. She reached out and grabbed my rock hard. Mr. Mendoza was right!If I allowed this to spread, the livery business, and stockyards that would soon become major businesses in their own right, would buy up all we could make. Worse, I had no clue at the moment on how to stop it. I couldn’t put the genie back in the bottle. Talk about unintended consequences.A thought sparked in my brain just before I replied. “That’s a thought, Sir, but would they be willing to pay the cost. This thing is almost all iron, and if it’s not taken care of.