Maybe I'll tell her, maybe I won't. It depends. Now you can get rid of your enema. No, I won't turn my back. With your cock cage off, I've got to watc... you all the time. Get rid of it completely -- you're getting a three quart rinsing enema when you're finished with this one. I'll prepare it while you're busy. Okay, David, up on the table, like before. Feet in the stirrups. (Giggle!) No, I can't tell you what will happen after that... That wasn't as bad as the sudsy one, was it, David? You. At this moment I guess both me and my wife though aboutleaving the club and return to our hotel room. Insteadof leaving our waitress came over to our table.“I would like dance with this generous lady. May I?” Helooked at my wife and ignored me.“Go ahead honey. I will take care of the bill and I’llmeet you over at the bar,” I told my wife.“Thanks dear,” she replied to me and the she turned tothe man and continued.“It will be a pleasure.”I saw. If you’re thinking about going home without me, then no, I’d rather stay here for a few more hours. If you’re coming back to my apartment, then I’m definitely ready to go.” “I think we have a few more hours of sex ahead of us,” I say. “Check, please,” Kyle calls out. The waiter is right there, handing Kyle our bill, taking his credit card, and carrying it away to process. As he’s waiting for his card back, Kyle runs his hand up my thigh, under my dress, then back down to my knee. Maddeningly. " Her arms were flailing desperately, trying to grab onto the desk like she had been told, to stop the bruising attack on her chest - but his cock kept hitting that spot again and again, over and over and over, and she was going wild. She felt him twitching and bucking inside of her, and something hot and fluid started filling her up. Mr. Jones's cock started to slide out of her. She finally managed to grab onto the desk, only to knock over his cup of coffee. It spilled all over his.