I laid there quietly, my hand searching for his, but his grabbed mine first, holding it in place. “Don’t…move…a…muscle,” he whispered aga...inst my ear. His hand was still holding mine securely in place behind my back, and with his free hand he began to caress my ass cheeks under my skirt. My pussy began to moisten, and as if on cue, his hand was there, two fingers holding my thong aside while one rubbed up and down my wet lips. “Fuck…” I breathed, grinding my pussy against his finger, aching. "Jaime whimpered, partly due to being filled with an enema and partly, Isensed, from the humiliation of being told what I was planning for him.I reached up and took the enema bag in my hand, telling him to look up atthe bag as I handled it."You have about a third of the enema inside you, Jaime," I explained."When the entire bag is empty it will be uncomfortable, but not terriblypainful, because I am showing you mercy since this is likely your firstenema. I'm sure you want to thank me for my. Her inner labia get swollen by the heath and touching herself. These labia are getting larger than the outer ones now. Her edges are brown and irregular. I love to suck these one by one.I want to rise up and push my face between her legs, but she says me not to. She wants to masturbate together in the sauna, because we will have a better view on the door and will be able to put on a towel when someone suddenly enters the sauna. Kind of disappointed, but also understanding, I sit down and start. What good is it, anyway? I usually head home, mostly to check up on Mom to see if she has brought a trick home. If she has, I don't hang around—I get sick of hearing her fake orgasms. My favorite place, such as it is, is the swampy area behind our house. I take my fishing pole (I forget where I liberated that from) and head out to where the prize catfish can be found. Often, I can catch three or four, and Mom fries them up for supper. My mom can really cook catfish, so this is something purely.