Chapter Thirty One
An Entertaining Race
The bellies bloat, the kissing terminates as discomfort prevails. There come low moans. Since my colonic has been slow, much more soapiness has flowed, seeping to fill a goodly portion of the alimentary canal.
I stop the flow and let the girls squirm, so sanguine in the manifestation of my control.
“I have a little game for you girls. I am going to deflate the nozzles and very carefully remove. But you are not to expel anything. I’ll want you upstairs in my big bath tub. There you can release and we’ll have a nice long bath.”
The comfort of release brings smiles.
“It’s a contest. The girl who gets there first wins. But I don’t want any messiness. Any leakage means you lose the race... and get a fanny spanking.”
“What’s the prize,” an enthusia
