I remember how bad he was in the past about enemas, so I bind him bent over in the shower with a special bar that raises from the floor drain and can ...ock around his cock and balls to keep him from being able to move and avoid having to hold the enema. I remove the large plug from his ass and then begin feeding in the enema tube. I make sure it goes in at least a foot or more so that he can get a deep colon-cleansing enema like he has never had before. I assume it has been awhile since he. The capers weren’t ... in anything. Kippers ... not so much either, I loved them but the girls? Another tidbit for the cats.What eventually became my staple breakfast were Omelets. Omelets allowed me all manner of leeway. Crumbled sausage, bacon, mushrooms, red and green bell peppers, diced. Jalapeño in moderation, and cheese ... whatever was in the cheese drawer ... didn’t matter ... sometimes it was just cheese. What really made the difference was the grease ... butter ... not margarine. No. " The backs of my legs touched the sofa."SIT!" he yelled, forcefully, and I immediately did so, my ankles together, my hands folded on my knees. Prim, proper and scared to death. And I thought: if he asks me to suck him, I'll do it. Oh, why hadn't I called first?He ran the fingers of his right hand through his hair. I love his hair. It really makes him look distinguished, but at that particular moment, he looked distinguished and worried! He stared at me, started to say something, decided not. Her feet, a foot apart, gave Ricky a birdseye view of her asshole and shaved cunt. Once again, he stroked at his cock.Mel flipped off the hairdryer and laid it on the dresser. Opening her dresser drawer, she pulled out a t-shirt and tossed it on over her head, covering her naked body. Ricky continued to pound away at his little dick with his right hand, binoculars in his left, watching every move she made. Mel threw back the covers, crawled into bed and reached over to turn off the lights..