"It has to be first-shift." It's nine-to-five, Monday through Friday," she replied with a broad smile."That's wonderful news," I replied. "We'll need ...o celebrate. We'll come up with something nice." Let's celebrate the weekend before I start." Agreed. Let's plan something."Cindy sat beside me as we drove home after dinner at Farley's Velvet Room. I placed my hand on her knee and she caressed my forearm. "So, which gives you a bigger thrill," I asked her. "Giving an enema or receiving one?". Harder and harder, my fingers moved as the nipple clamp bit into me. The palm of my hand pressed tightly against her hard clitoris, stimulating that, too. It was a way of transferring my pain to her - but not as pain, but as pleasure. And she came. Yes, all the old cliches about the woman's moanings and cries for "more" are all true. How else does one decribe actuality? But this woman I knew was different and sure enough, as I expected, I felt around my now aching fingers in her cunt an. Oh no... it's not moistanymore I notice, its flat out wet.She can't reach my pussy as her hand guides my head over her cock. I can'tbelieve but I find myself doing most of the work, even with her grip on myhead. The dick indeed looks familiar, oddly I have a sense of de'ja vuswallowing my dick, my thick lips wrapped around it.Usually it's her lips around my cock!Warm saliva floods my mouth as I accept my girlfriend, who is now in mybody's cock. I suck slowly while she moans."Oh God, so this is. I was coming to realize that not only was this planned in advance, but apparently was something they even did regularly! "Mei, have you ever felt the jet? Did you ever feel the pleasure that comes from it?" my friend Hilda asked me in her imperfect English as she walked up and touched me on the shoulder. "No, I haven't. Is it that good?" I asked. "You won't believe it. You have to take your turn and try it. Look at how much pleasure Angie is getting from it. You'll see." Angie began to breathe.