"Maybe next time we can try without. I'll get you a couple disposable enemas tomorrow."Sure his heart had stopped; the novice cross dresser took a ste...p backwards. "Mol, stop kidding around!" he said softly as she applied a generous amount of the personal lubricant to her latex encased cock. "You're scaring me!" Billy, you know I'll never hurt you. Why do you think I'm using so much of this gunk?" Not me!" he wailed. "I'm supposed to fuck your ass!" You can do me next." She said as she slipped. But before leaving, he walked downstairs to his basement and approached a door. He removed two padlocks from the door, one a key lock, and one a combination lock, and turned the light on to reveal the dusty, cobweb-encrusted room. He approached the toilet slave lying on a low bench. The sewer pipe from his toilet came down from the ceiling, narrowed to a smaller diameter pipe that was inserted into her mouth, which was held in place by a large-diameter hose clamp over a tab attached to the. ”“You mean that Imam?”“Yes. Slip this into his coffee and when he begins to choke walk casually out of the back door. You’ll have to rendezvous with a green motorcycle a kilometer away.”“Hand me the vial. How do you propose to get out of here without being seen tonight?”“I’ll slip out the window.”The guest left. Janan considered his task for the next day and drifted to sleep. A habit he learned in his training was to sleep in very short spurts and never past 2:30 a.m. The hours between 3:00. You'd just have to hope you got round there before one of his many sluts did! The outfit was easy to decide on, you didn't have many for a start. Weirdly, your husband wasn't that into them. The outfit had been sourced from a colleague a few months prior but had never been christened. Said colleague and yourself were meant to be going on an overnight training session with work, and he had bought it for you in anticipation of spending the night together in your hotel room, but the training.