The girls did their business and clicked back to the enema booth for their rinse, then back to the rest room for a second release."What kind of lubric...nt would you like, dear?" The lady smiled as Kathy knelt across the table for the third time. "We have quite a selection to choose from." Spanish Fly formula, please." Kathy replied politely."Oh, I'm sorry, dear, we're not doing stimulants tonight because its 'The Story of "O".' We have rough or fine sandpaper, first, second or third degree. " Oh—Oh really?" I said, feigning sudden terror."Ye-eessss," he said. "There's always torture." T-torture?" I asked."Mm-hmm. And I just happen to have my... Special torture tool here with me right now." Really?" I asked. "What sort of tool?" It's a specialized... Poking device." Poking device?" Yes," he said. "For poking. For poking long and hard. Long and hard." Hmm," I said, wriggling beneath him, letting him feel my body against his. "I'm not sure that quite sounds very threatening. You'll. I had a pretty nice routine set up. Monday through Thursday (the weekends my girlfriend came home to my house with me), I would wake up at my house, drive to the community college to meet my girlfriend for class. After a day full of classes, I would go to my part time job while she went home. After work, I would go to her house to have supper with her family. After supper her parents always went to the basement for an evening of television watching, newspaper/magazine/book reading and dozing. Looking up, Chris has his eyes rolled back in his head on his orgasm, snapping back to attention he sees us and smiles sheepishly. “Sorry, when you have to cum you have to cum.” Will and I laugh and Scott reaches around to rub the spunk over my breasts before turning me back to kiss him over my shoulder. After a few minutes of passionate kisses as he grinds into me, I look back to notice Will sucking on Chris’ cock. When my husband realises that I’m watching, he blushes and Chris chuckles and.