We went to his living room and sat down on the sofa.A few minutes pass and Grant looks at me, his hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. "I have to pee...." he announced.I chuckled softly. "No. You're not allowed." Grant nodded and remained on the sofa where we sat watching movies. His right foot began to bounce. "I need to pee." Again I denied him that right. I knew what he was doing. He was fully aware of my love for being in control and how much desperation turned me on. We had discussed. I let her into my room and she sat on the bed looking expectantly at me. Taking the lead I stood in front of her, the bulge in my trousers inches from her face. I lifted her hands and placed them on her chest, gently using her own fingers to squeeze and massage her tits. She gasped gently and whispered "You know I can cum from having my tits played with?". I decided to take this as a challenge and lifted the t-shirt over her head. Her pale, milky skin was exposed and for a minute she looked. After a quick peek out of my window I saw that a moving truck was backing up to the Davis house next door. It had been empty for the last 6 months and I had mixed feelings about the idea of having a new neighbor. In a huff I collapsed back into bed but not 5 minutes passed when my phone rang.“Hello?” my one was a mixture of sleepiness and annoyance.“Emily? Hey It’s Lilly. Did I wake you?” hearing her voice sent little electrical charges through my body that instantly put me in a better mood.“Oh. I could see the emotional discomfort as you sat before us holding every drop until the command was given. We will be repeating that every day. Margaret says after three or four days, you should become very enema dependant. I only hope you will be able to take a good healthy shit without water some day. Watching you shave your legs and privates was a real turn on for me. I think it was the total humiliation on your face that made it so enjoyable. As you dressed in nylons, heels, bra and a wig, I.