“It’s funny,” I say as I slide the twelve inches of black vinyl from the paper sleeve and gently place it on the turntable. “I moved all this ...old stuff in here so it didn’t clutter up my house and now I’ve got the perfect excuse to play it.”I turn back to her and smile as I see her sitting more comfortably on the sofa, legs curled up under her, wearing just her school blouse, skirt, and black tights.I pick up my glass and sit on the sofa beside her, mirroring her pose, tucking my stockinged. Here's a bed; there's a fire. The baron will send more comforts down, I'm sure."They disappeared up the ladder. The floor was at least two manheights above him, and the trap about four fingerbreadths thick. If he got up there, and they'd remove the ladder soon, he'd confront at least two guards, armed, armored, and probably experienced in war for longer than the fourteen years he'd been alive. And they'd stripped him of weapons and armor. After that, he'd be in the great hall of a castle. It. Francine decided to give herself a second enema. We just smiled and watched the whole performance unfold again, this time with much cleaner water flowing into the toilet as she was squatting over it with her feet on the seat. Next came the douche. Francine assumed the same position with her feet flat on the toilet seat then squatting down before inserting the douche nozzle and swishing it around in her teenage pussy. Francine brushed her teeth and then took a shower for us.We took a short break. Last week over lunch we were reading our mail together when I accidentally opened a plain brown envelope addressed to her containing a fetish magazine. Embarrassed, Elizabeth tearfully admitted that she had an overwhelming desire to be spanked, but was afraid to approach her stodgy husband about it. Taking a long sip of wine, I volunteered to drop by and help her out. “After all,” I said with a grin. “What are friends for?”The silky material of her panties snapped delicately against her back.