Rising to her full height she began stroking her cock rapidly, milking out several more webs of cum which rained down on James' latex suit with soft s...plats."Ahhhhhhhhhh ... yeah..." she purred contentedly, her hand eventually slowing and releasing her spent cock. She turned around and sat on James' midsection, lounging back with a smile on her face. Her weight crushed him even further into the cum slick couch as she adjusted her body so that her balls hung just above his well fucked mouth. "As. " After she inserted the nozzle into my ass she filled the enema bag with three quarts of very warm water. She then said, "The time will start when the bottle is empty." I said, "I thought you said I only had to hold it for twenty minutes." Sierra said, "I said you would have to hold all of it for twenty minutes, it won't all be in there until the bottle is empty."It took about ten minutes to empty the bottle. I was already feeling the strain of it wanting to come out. I held it all for sixteen. "I guess we did a number on you last night," she says weakly, as she unties my wrists, after lowering me back to the floor. "Was that a bit of an apology. Could "My Mistress" be cracking?" I wonder as I untie myself."My Mistress" does not say anything for several weeks, about any required weekend performances. All of my bruises have now disappeared and I'm feeling pretty good for a change. She sometimes does not come home from work on Friday nights, and I suspect she is visiting her old. Sitting intensified the effect, her own weight pushed the toy inside to its limit. Despite the multiple layers—skirt and undergarments—she felt a constant sense of exposure, so open and vulnerable. At the surrounding cubicles, her co-workers went about their mindless drone of routine. Could they really not see a difference in her behavior? Perhaps she was just hypersensitive, nerve endings on fire… or perhaps they were so absorbed in tedium as to not care regardless. If Casey was known for.