As I did, I discovered the need to clean my asshole first if I was going to go that deep, and I found an old rubber water bulb in the closet that I wo...ld use to give myself a basic enema.It's interesting that I will sometimes forget just how good the enema water could feel. If you made it super cold, it was an amazingly intense feeling. But for whatever reason I didn't wind up doing that all that much, and instead just used the enema for practical purposes of keeping clean.With the enema doing. Monica didn’t even get to sit down or have a drink. She had just given me a hug when we were told our plane was ready. Monica was speechless when we walked down the stairs an out to a waiting cart that drove us over to the Lear jet. Hey no stops and very private with only the pilot co-pilot and attendant. The three would stay in the cockpit unless we need something and the intercom would bring the attendant immediately. It was a 9 hour flight and we had the missed drink after takeoff and then a. Nothing was going to be left to chance this weekend. She had visited more than a few areas, and checked out every cabin available. This one was perfect, and she knew it when she first saw it. Secluded, with a rough natural look in its setting of thick trees, it was just what she had been searching for, she was reminded as she pulled to the front steps. She carried boxes of groceries, luggage, and a few other things she brought for the weekend, to the front door. She stopped there for a moment. In your lust your head starts to tilt back and you move to your clit, but that’s not how this is going to go. I reach down and take you by the throat, gently holding but firm enough to get your attention. ‘You will look at me while you play with that pussy. Keep your eyes open. Don’t you dare look away.’ Your gaze is burning more than ever and I feel your hand accelerate its tempo on your clit as close as I am now, my body leaning over you as I stroke my cock, the head brushing your thigh. You.