At least once a week she wanted her bowels flooded, he gave them to her and he’d enjoyed administering them. He still had her equipment. He put a ru...bber sheet over his bed and covered it with a large towel then filled the two quart bag, added two packets of Castille soap and hung it from his hat rack checking that everything was ready then he got the rest of his tools. He wouldn’t need tissues, there was a box on Megan’s bedside table; he slid the rectal thermometer he’d used when she was a. Brenda replied, "oh you'll get some of it before this day is over". then Brenda looked at me and said, "what are you waiting for". I replied, "go for it". now I couldn't wait to see this. I was wearing a pair of shorts that had an elastic waist band with no buttons or zippers and my cock was fully erect after watching Jenny with Al. I knew she was going to have a problem getting my shorts down over my huge cock and I was right. as she pulled she got them part way down when they got stuck on my. He hurt a person very dear to me, and I want to hurt him just as hard. When I pitched the story to my Editor I used those things you mentioned to sell it to him, but that isn’t the real or only reason. Apart from his hurting someone that I loved dearly, he is also destroying those close to himself. How much has he borrowed from you?’ ‘How . . . . . how could you know about that?’ I was now back in control. ‘The same way that I know that he no longer owns the Bentleys in his collection. Oh. They just called them “little men.” “I heard the little men last night.” “Little men were singing in the wall.” “I saw a little man in my closet.” Kids will be kids. You know how they are. They have no grasp of what is real and what isn’t. Remember when you were little and when you went to bed you used to worry about a hand reaching up and grabbing your arm in the dark? You didn’t want to risk looking into the closet because you thought the Boogeyman might be looking back at you, licking his.