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She turned on the tap and let it run until the water was steaming, then filled the bag up to the quart mark. From the cupboard came two small boxes, one cardboard and one plastic. The plastic box was set to the side. The cardboard box was opened, and Miranda opened it and found it stuffed with plastic pouches filled with various enema mixes. She took out the one marked with the ‘Weekend Trip’ label. To the unobservant eye, the bag looked innocent. It held little more than half a cup of thin white powder mixed with small flecks of herbs and spices. In any other circumstance one might have mistaken it for some sort of baking ingredient. Miranda knew better. With a smile, Miranda poured the pouch out into the enema bag, then gave it a few minutes of vigorous stirring. When Miranda finally headed back to the bedroom, it was with a small IV stand in one hand and the enema bag in the other. Miranda set the stand next to the suitcase and placed the bag on the lowest rung, then knelt. She knew there was a black rubber butt plug poking out from between Tom’s cheeks, though she couldn’t see it due to how Tom was positioned. But she could see the tube that trailed out from the plug. It followed the breathing tube’s channel, curving around Tom’s body to stick out the top of the suitcase. Miranda connected that thin plastic tube pov to the tube that stuck out of the enema bag. She then stood, picked up the microphone, and let her hand fall onto the release valve. “Honey? The drive is going to take a while, and I know you’re going to get thirsty on the way over, so I have a nice hydrating enema for you. This mix is meant to be absorbed into your body, so you don’t have to worry about expelling anything. Just sit tight and let the enema do its job, alright? There might be a little cramping, but that’s normal. Just try to grin and bear it.” Miranda loosened the valve. Fluid immediately rushed down the tube and anal into the suitcase. She could see it journey though the channel, pushed along by gravity and guided by the gently curving foam, before it dipped underneath Tom’s body and disappeared from view. The enema continued to flow, though, and the bag continued Hardcore to slowly empty itself out. Tom had surely felt the tip of the first wave breach his back passage and begin to pour into his bowels. A sadistic thrill ran through Miranda’s body as she thought about what Tom was about to experience. That powder was the key ingredient to an incredibly punishing enema she had discovered through her friends. Both had thoroughly tested it on their own submissives, and both public had reported the experience to be remarkably intense: extreme cramping, near-unbearable bloating, and an overwhelming urge to expel. It was perfectly safe to retain for long lengths of time, though. That was why a quart of the stuff could be absorbed at all. Of course, absorption was a very slow process, and the mixture’s torturous sensations would slowly intensify as time passed. But that was more a feature than a bug. This was not at enema meant for those interested in the slow and sensuous. This was a tool of torture. “I’ll let you out amateur when we get to my friend’s house,” Miranda said. “Hang tight until then, okay? Thanks for being a good sport. Love you, baby.” She gave the microphone a kiss, then turned it off and threw it into her purse. The only positives are that I am seeing Jessica and Melody tomorrow and the fact that it’s Friday so means the weekend. “Yes, a nice long massage would go down quite well right now.” When they were done, we fixed up our plates and moved to the living room with the T.V. on to her favorite cartoons. Finishing his anal job, he slumped over my body. Knowing how her game would always include me, at least once, I always covered my pubic region with a blanket. Driving with Julie was an experience in itself, behind the wheel Julie blended with Hardcore the car throwing it into bends with almost reckless abandonment. Again she left with her pussy full of cum and plugged by the golf ball. I recall words of Manju. He was bright red and looked like he was about to explode. If it were caught... What if Maria went over the line amateur and hurt her seriously? Blond hair and brown eyes. “Hmm. I'd rather be home with them.” I started to doze off but woke after an hour to realize I had not eaten dinner. Again it was difficult to maintain her composure in front of her parents, but she retired to her room as soon as possible, just laying nude except her panties on her bed occasional playing with herself, but mostly just lying there enjoying the feeling. Her eyes drifted down a second and her cheeks instantly blushed. My daughters were, in a weird way, more human than me. They were futanari, but they had the range of libidos of a normal guy and didn't trigger women to go into heat like I did. We don’t make love all the time, but that only makes it more special when it happens. Charlie wasn’t as stupid as he looked. He put a hand to her cheek and lifted her chin, exposing her willing flesh. That truth still holds true today… my spank bank is filled with women behaving according to their personalities… I preferred girls who acted sexually in reality as opposed to the porn acting we’re all accustomed to now. Sarah felt the janitor’s hand move on her thigh. She looks up at me with a cute little smile on her face as she presses her finger against my lips. As usual, Ryan had got his way. There was a small pov swimming public pool, a sauna and spa, a football pitch, and a cricket pitch. I inserted my penis in her pussy . I then started shaking my dick.