“I am dizzy!” he muttered. No doubt the enema made him lose a lot of his electrolytes and had to make up. “Let me clean you, boy, and I promise I will take the best care of you!” I answered. I used a sponge to give him a great rub all over his body. I washed his face, his hair, his chest all the way down to his cock and balls, his back and crack. I felt how sensitive his butthole was after our little play, I was very gentle cleaning him with my finger. At the same time, I thoroughly cleaned myself, the bathtub and shower door that was spritzed with his waste. During the cleaning process, I used encouraging language like, “Squeaky clean, gorgeous, you smell like a million, man!” He was rather silent but nodded and said a couple of thank yous. After all the cleaning was done, I helped him out of the bathtub as he was feeling weak and we walked to the bedroom holding hands. He laid down and I went to the kitchen to bring him a banana and a sports drink, these would make him feel better. We spent the rest of the day in bed hugging and talking about our experience. He acknowledged he loved what I did to him and made me promise we will do it again. I assured him this was my plan as well. The next few weeks I trained him how to give an enema, how to insert a rectal catheter and how to prepare an enema solution depending on what he wants to achieve. We practiced a few times and when we went to the beach on Labor day, we managed to get some time away from my wife and found a little deserted spot where we had a wonderful time. By the water, I was the master again but also the receiver of the enema. Greg masterfully managed to insert the cath deep inside me and inject me with seawater, the perfect solution for a clean colon. We did it many times, maybe 5 or 6 until I only expelled clean water. The last time he filled me up, I ordered him to lay down and I squatted a few inches above his face, then I let go on his face and in his open mouth. I am sure he could japanese only gulp a few ounces but that is better than nothing. He thanked me many times for using him as my potty. I trained him well. My standard disclaimer, all stories take place on a different earth, where the orbit is 3 times ours, making ages 1/3 what they are on earth. And where the age of consent is thus 6. Jessica and Abigail arrived right on time. That was no surprise, they had been programmed to do so. How? We'll get to that later. Jessica was a new entry level lab tech at the firm, 30 years old, and just out of college. College can take longer than expected asian when you become a mom at 18. Abigail (Abby) was that daughter, She already possessed the beauty and grace of a model, but was almost pathologically shy. They entered with few words, the cool fall weather outside blew in, and I quickly shut the door. Long coats protected them from the elements outside, their tall stiletto heels the only clue to what lies beneath. “Coats ladies.” I said, holding my hands out to accept them. Jessica removed hers first, handing it to me. She had followed instructions to the letter. Her red lace merry widow clung right to her torso, the garters holding up lace topped red stockings, shiny and shear. Before the third load she had once again swallowed the head of my dick. They were gentle kisses with flicks of tongue that sent sparks throughout Alex’s body. Her pussy looked even more swollen. Tears formed in her eyes and waves of excruciating pleasure ran through her while her asian sons continued to fuck her. She was almost like one of my own daughters, immune to the effects of my pheromones. “Especially a well hung man like this one. “Hey, Sam,” I said as I stopped by her. Each time, Candy followed Laura into the toilets, then pushed into her toilet stall for a discrete, violent fuck. My sister stopped what she was about to say, her mouth dropped open and her eyes opened wide in astonishment. His heavy balls swayed beneath his shaft. They gasped and panted as their flesh smacked together over and over. She’s got to be here somewhere! You shall be given 20 cane strokes entirely naked, 10 whip lashes on your back and 10 whiplashes on your front. He said that until we are told otherwise the signal would be for us as well. People regularly played Quidditch in which Ron and Harry joined in a lot and usually won thanks to Harry's seekers skill. She turned her head when she felt his breath on her ear. Honestly, I was kinda living the life, well as much as you can live the life being a freshman in college. She is pretty smart and I doubt that she will need too many more sessions with me helping her," Mike said with a matter of fact tone in his voice. I watched as a nice, significant stream shot into her moaning mouth. I saw that the bitch was about to rebel this morning and had a little japanese attitude." PHASE 4 - THE INNER SANCTUM With the promise from the ghost Ronja supposed it was actually safe to wear the panties, the ghost would violate their deal if it started to mess with the control of the panties. But when she came down from that fit she whispered something to me too low to catch. I kissed her neck, her collarbone, down to her breast again. That’s the day the cleaners come in. I’ve already told them about the stain. Moved to my chest licking on my nipples. He seemed to get very excited at the thought of finally fucking my lady. And that was when Max finally saw him; the steel blue tinted visor was unmistakably Logan’s. And the way he seemed to barrel through the air toward them, thrusting up onto the stone blocks and jackknifing off them effortlessly while dodging the first years’ fire in midair was almost unbelievable. She said that he would be, but he would need to take the girls in bed to make sure that they were right for the business.