I was conflicted. I reflected on the images from the initiation that excited me. Charlene on her back, legs spread wide, surrounded by four men, one f...ucking her, one each nibbling on a breast and another kneeling next to her face while she engulfed his cock in her mouth had me hard as a rock.But there were other images as well that made me angry, or, to be honest, jealous and feeling threatened. I was especially uneasy about Joey and Frank because of the way they made love to her. They fucked. I ran my finger up and down and he was unable to hide a shudder of pleasure. That was the moment I slid the tube in."Hold still.."I said as I administered the enema. I let the liquid travel slowly down the tube, as it filled him up he gave a quiet moan of discomfort."It's almost done.."I told him.When the liquid was all gone, I gently withdrew the tube.I asked him if he felt it and he shook his head. All he could feel was dull cramps. He got up and told me he really needed the toilet. I gave. In that regard, it’s not a stroke story. It’s an homage to music and the connection with the spirit world. Long before Robert Johnson, many artists were rumored to have sold their souls for the chance to perform at the peak of their artistry. From that, I tried my own spin on the myth. I try to put a lot of different ideas in my stories, so I hope I succeed in making you think a little. I hope you have fun reading this, because I enjoyed writing it. Happy Halloween!Growing up, a lot of kids. Take a look around you; look some of the guys are already beating their meat just from watching the show so far.? Ilana pointed towards the floor to ceiling glass wall to her right. Suzie turned her head that way and saw dozens of people in the big area. Most were watching her on the big screen projection on the far wall. Others, especially those on this side of the room, had turned their chairs to face the big clear window. ?I’ll let your imagination run wild about all the delicious.