'We are always here for you." I know. We were afraid of how you would react to us if you found outwhat prank we pulled at the school and then changin... so drastically likethey have. "We're sorry," said Steve."Oh my god, what's happening to you?!" asked Nancy, pointing her leftindex finger at her parent's hands.The other four people in the kitchen looked down at Brent and Amber'shands that were holding each other. Everyone's eyes widened when theysaw that instead of two individual hands there. Not exactly the Spanish Inquisition, but it didn't make it easy for him to shut up and finish his tea.I still thought he was pulling my leg, then he said, "I can show you if you like."He stood up and undid his belt and started to undo his trousers and just let them drop to his feet. He held his shirt up to show me. I was a little stunned; there he was stood, wearing a satin and lace six-strap suspender belt with matching satin and lace briefs, his cock very snugly held in them but also fairly. “God, he is getting me in all the right places.” I think as I watch his head move between my thighs, I realise I’m running my hands through his hair to grip his head, as he buries his long wet tongue inside my aching pussy, his thumb rubs circles around my clit. He looks up and I realize he looks a bit like Mr. Suit from the bus last night. “Fuck! He has some amazing oral skills.” I think as I moan into the still silent room. He moves a finger against my virginal ass testing my reaction. I wonder what one of Mistress Erica’s enemas would be like.”“Only one way to find out,” I replied.“No. I’m not gonna. But...”“But what?”“Would there be a way to incorporate some aspect of this in our enema play?”“I don’t give punishment enemas,” I replied.“What, exactly, is a punishment enema?” she asked.“It’s what it sounds like -- one intended to humiliate or cause pain or intense discomfort -- or, both. I don’t like the notion of deliberately inflicting pain. Besides -- punishment enemas.