“Fuck yeah I did!” she said laughing, but still trying to catch her breath. “I have never been fucked that good before and it was amazing.” S...he finished and started to cry. “Is everything okay Heather?” I asked sitting up. “Oh yes it is Brandon. I’m just so fucking happy! I finally found someone that gets me and can satisfy me!” she sobbed. Putting her arm over her eyes, but I pushed it away. “You’ll never go wanting again!” I told her and gave her a long, deep, and passionate kiss. “Thank. Soon my whole face had been covered in a layerof paste. The mud dried as I felt someone work on my toes and fingers,pushing back the cuticles and buffing my nails. Next the facial peel wasremoved and I was moved over to a shampoo chair. With neck leanedbackwards over the sink my hair was washed and conditioned. Then a hairstylist worked on weaving in extensions, and then styling my hair. It wasstrange but my hair had already turned blond. Had it been dyed alreadywhile I was unconscious?I must. They gave her an enema! It was horrifying, having a lubricated nozzle pushed into her by a stranger, in front of everyone. It wasn’t even a female technician!Rebecca was advised to hold the enema and she had thoughts of refusing, but couldn’t bring herself to rebel against this latest humiliation. Expelling the enema in sight of probably fifty onlookers was simply not possible for her anyway, despite the immediate cramping.After what seemed like an hour but was only actually a minute, a new. ” He pocketed the bill and gave a dismissal nod. Gently I eased Viv into a sitting position as her body still quaked with mini spasms. “We gotta go, Babe.” She smiled gratefully at me and gently stroked my hand lovingly. “That's the first time you called me 'babe' since our honeymoon,” she murmured gratefully. “I'm sorry,” I offered as I gently pulled her to her feet and helped to arrange her attire. “I'll always be your babe Jack.” I patted her on her rump, a gesture of affection we.