Mark seemed immune to her verbal sallies and mild insults and she was wondering how. He just smiled benignly at her, and that was the problem. She so ...loved the smile she couldn’t get mad at him. None of the boys she grew up with had a smile like it, not that any of them smiled much when they saw her. Usually they tried to hide, such was her reputation. Perhaps she was losing her touch she mused. But tonight was the night of the dance, there would be plenty of opportunities to rediscover her. "Don't make me do this. You can poop on your slave, if you want. But a slave should never poop on her master."I thought this through, for at least a minute, though I knew the solution, immediately. "There's one thing we can do. It'll make sure your poop won't get on my cock. It's call an enema." I'll do it. Whatever it is."I explained the procedure to her.Pyx nodded. "That'll work."I pulled out a bubblegum red water bottle out of its drawer, and showed it to her."Shouldn't we do this in the. When Jared said, “treat,” Seth told him, “Hit off the party ball for a full minute.”“That’s it? That’s easy.” Jared said. He got to about forty-five seconds before he spilled beer all down the front of him.The game went on tamely for the next half hour. Perhaps sensing that Jared might be up to no good, the other players conspired to keep the game away from him. They asked each other all kinds of crazy questions, but then Jared complained about being repeatedly skipped over. Finally his wife. .I do like girls sometimes and you're really beautiful!" "Then, why so nervous?" I asked, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. "Because I've only done it a couple of times and with girls my age. You're"—she giggled—"an older woman. I...I'm out of my league." "Oh, honey, you're just perfect!" I laughed, placing my lips to her ear. "So would you be interested in coming home with me tonight?" She laughed nervously. "Wow. You don't play around, but uh...sure." She laughed again, and I.