Seeing no way out of this task, she held her breath, gave the piece a good firm shove. As her body opened to receive it, all seven inches slipped inside.
“Good,” he said. With the dildo in place, James went to work. “Drop your shoulders,” he ordered.
While his wife adjusted her position on the lounge, James moved to the lavatory, bringing out an enema bag and hose.
“Oh, please,” she pleaded quietly, her voice no more than a whisper. “I can’t, please.”
“Oh, yes you can. The trouble you’ve been the last few days is not going unanswered. The sooner you realize that the better.”
Taking a small hose from the washbasin nearby, James threaded it into the hole of the dildo until it, too, was seven inches deep in her ass. Having attached the other end to a bag of water hanging above the si
