“Aw c’mon Molly, it’s not as if we’ve seen you do it. Mark was only messing around and you even said yourself, sex is a beautiful thing and no... one should be afraid to talk about it,” interrupted Jodi. She was my best friend since 1 st year in secondary school. We were like glue we were that close, we told each other everything. “Yeah Jodi, I said talk about it. That doesn’t mean letting others know of two’s sex life, in every last little fucking detail. Its private it’s supposed to be an. “I grew it. I'm a futa.”“Yeah,” Georgia whispered, squirming. “Now, Mrs. Simmons,” I said, sliding my fingers out of her cunt and holding them up, “you're wet. Did my little fingers satisfy you at all.”She shook her head.“Of course not,” I said. “How would you like my cock sliding into that married cunt. Give you the pleasure that your husband isn't.”She swallowed.“We can't do it here,” Georgia said.“Mmm, here's some Mommy juices for you to enjoy,” I told her and smeared my wet fingers on her. The sissy panicked at first, finding himself unable to breath, but then the months and months of conditioning kicked in and he was able to steal a few gurgling breaths around the thrusts and was able to concentrate on fulfilling his life’s one remaining purpose: satisfying his master.The entire time he slobbered over his master’s cock he never stopped sobbing. It was the best blowjob he had ever given, but it ended prematurely, in spite of his mewling protests, when the master suddenly withdrew. As it did, I continued my lecture.“The amount of water you use will depend on how clean you want the patient to be, and how experienced they are with receiving enemas. An expert like Slave Jess here can take the whole bag, no problem,” I explained. Actually, the bag was fuller than she would normally take, but my aching cock forced me to fill it more than usual. So sue me.“As it goes in, it helps to rub the patient’s abdomen. It helps to soothe any cramping that may arise.” It would also be.