"Lift your arms"."Lift your arms". I did, conscious of pulling my breasts up as I did. He washed my shoulders, my armpits, and then my breasts. "Hands down, get up on your knees". I knelt in the tub and he ran the cloth across the backs of my thighs, and around to the insides. He stopped, and I spread my thighs as far apart as the tub allowed. He washed ran the cloth up between my legs, and scrubbed my ass. With his hand cupped, he poured water down my ass crack and ran a bar of soap along my anus. It felt wonderful, and I closed my eyes in pleasure. He squeezed the washcloth over my ass, so the water rinsed out the soap. He the gently rubbed the cloth over my cunt, taking away the last external traces of dried pleasure from earlier in the evening. He was careful not to touch me too much, not to arouse me more than a some predetermined level. I felt the small push of an enema nozzle at the still tender entrance to my ass. "Relax", he said, "don't make it harder", as he filled me with warm water. "Hold it for a moment". He turned the shower on, and taking a handheld spray, sprayed my body with warm water, stroking here and there as he did. "Get out, and empty yourself". I did, and he indicated for me to get back into the tub. |