Shelli tries to feet work it loose, but it wants not to be teased so close to the big O! But Shelli is so close now, just one more smart feminine flit and she shall be free! So she begins to ready her fit, pert little body for her final liberation. Hands take grip. Neck readies to raise. Butt-cheeks clench. She raises one boot and slowly, delicately slides it anime over to a better planting to support her leg. She feels strong and confident. She's almost free! She brings the other one up, over, down. There is a moist squelch. Then all is chaos and spasm. The boot slips spastically, not indian upon the slimey floor but upon a wet pile of Shelli's faeces! The boot goes slip-sliding in the soil and her naked leg flails off after it and her pretty little girly body goes jerking backwards and downwards- right back onto the pipe! This time there shall be no escape for the poor little female. I took his left hand feet and put it anime on right tit; then took his right hand and put it on my pussy. A beautifully executed stroke for one so young! My eyes were glued to his bobbing dick. My daughter told me that Emily had been going steady with the captain of the football team and that she had begun acting like a slut. “Very serious.” I said while looking him right in the eyes. “YES, OH GOD YES, YES, DON’T STOP” We go like that for a good five minutes until her arms buckle and only her butt is in indian the air being viciously pounded. A big fucking line was being crossed and my monogamous devotion and promise to Ashley was ending. I told her that I would cover for her but that it would cost her. My body got active and my mouth got vocal. I grab another silk kerchief and pull her hands gently behind her back and tie her hands. They could see the opaque rubber darken as the enema flowed through, headed straight for the bound couple’s asses.