Amaya had a brief vision of herself kneeling with her welt-covered ass exposed to the entire tailgate party. A blast of cold air from outside soothed ...her sore bottom before the van door closed again. From the way the van moved, Amaya realized someone had climbed in. Oh God, was it for another spanking?She sighed in relief as she heard the sound of a zipper. Yes! Just fuck her! Amaya could handle that. Her heart raced as she heard the sound of pants being removed. She clenched in anticipation.. This is a good point to explain what little I know about the householdfinances. From everything I've said you might think that ma'am was somesort of billionaire or something. As far as I know, she isn't.What I do know is this:When my dad died in the accident, he was very heavily insured. He andma'am had started their own small tech company and they had a fewpatents pending.She took the insurance payout and reinvested it into the company,allowing it to grow and expand. Ma'am has a Masters. It was very erotic. I was wondering how I was going to get through the next hour or so without an epic orgasm, but that was my intention anyway. Although the girls were not really into men, I was silently hoping they would help me out at some point.Then they went to the bed. I was just sitting in one of those typical hotel chairs next to the bed looking at them. They were totally the mood now, touching each other softly, in their own world, almost as if I wasn’t there! But that was fine. Bit. Well, David, you certainly made a fuss retaining your enema! It was only ten minutes. You should experience a thirty minute retention some time. Perhaps Mistress will order one of those for you if I tell her how you did with this one. Maybe I'll tell her, maybe I won't. It depends. Now you can get rid of your enema. No, I won't turn my back. With your cock cage off, I've got to watch you all the time. Get rid of it completely -- you're getting a three quart rinsing enema when you're finished.