"Please...I need..." I trail off, unsure of what I want to ask for, just knowing I need him inside of me.He laughs at me. "You need what?"I feel mysel... flush as I try to formulate a response. I clamp my thighs together, trying to ease the ache between my legs, and his quick and sharp slap across my thigh quickly convinces me to open them again.I open my mouth to speak, but I'm still unable to come up with the words I want.In a rush, I blurt it out. "I need you inside me." Nothing. No response. And then it hit me,?first the memory and then the vicious cramps -Castille Soap-?i had been curious about what a punishment enema felt like and had been told that "when the time is right, you WILL find out"? i now had NO sense of curiosity, just wave after wave of cramps as my body tried to rid itself of this fluid.? i was coated in a cold sweat and again started beseeching Him to make it stop.? Time passed as i shuddered and squirmed under this internal assault, and then i felt myself being. "I have an idea though. What would you think, or, well, would you like me to give you a haircut? Hm?" Sean pondered that. He needed a haircut, and she had claimed to have practiced on her dad. What could it hurt? He wasn’t certain though."Ok, but . . ." he stammered."Ok . . . Ok . . . Go change; put on your shorts and take off your shirt and hurry back!" Tracy ordered, spewing out the words fast with obvious excitement. Before Sean's head had time to catch up with Tracy's game plan, he was. It was a 2-hour travel to my home.I got in and it was pretty dark out and I was surrounded by a lot of people, primarily male. There was cute looking guy standing in front of me. He was short, had a fair complexion and he looked smart. As the bus went further, it got more crowded. We started getting congested in the bus.Due to the movements of the bus, I was rubbing against the guy’s back, as if it wasn’t weird enough, I was getting hard too for some reason.About me: I am a 20-year-old guy with.