Well this could get interesting. If nothing else I should get a good nights sleep afterward. By the time Wednesday morning rolled around I was good an... horny. My imagination provided lots of possibilities for “something special”. Luckily the workday passed rapidly and I made my way home, ate a quick meal and retired to the bathroom. There I inserted an enema tube up my ass and flooded my guts with warm, soapy water several times with subsequent explosions into the toilet. Then I took a long,. "It's spiked with rum." So what?" she huffed, assuming the distant and aloof attitude that had been her trademark in recent weeks. "You're my boyfriend?"Joey lifted both hands in a gesture of pacification. "Just wanted to warn you. It's your head, not mine."He turned on his heel, leaving her standing. He wanted to have fun for a change, and he just had no stomach for her attitude. It was fortunate for him that he turned right in front of Liz Menotti, the only other Italian American in the. I know I shouldn’t have, but her hand digging around the bag caused friction against my morning wood and a moan escaped my lips. I was worried that she had heard me, but Ellie acted like nothing had happened. “Isn’t there a barbershop in town? Where are we anyway?” “Does it matter where we are? I have a feeling that you have expensive taste and seeing that our funds are limited, it’s better if we save what money is left and I promise not to fuck up your hair too badly.” “I don’t have a choice. "Sorry," I mumbled."Sorry, Sorry," she spat "Sorry what? When we are alone you will alwaysaddress me as Mistress from now on, do you understand?" Y y yes mistress," I mumbled softly."Hah, that's more like it, now let's see that curtsey when you say it."I looked at her pleadingly, I hated her so much, I was close to tearsin humiliation."Get on with it maid, hold your hem between the fingers and thumb ofeach hand, lift you hem and curtsey to me saying yes mistress, Iunderstand mistress."A tear.