Graham couldn continue rebel strip poker like this.
Graham sagged visibly with relief as he grasped his cock and wanked it lovingly.
He could feel the come rising within him, the eruption of come took him by surprise as the first jet of come hit his chin, the second eruption caught his chest dribbling from his nipples.
He moaned like a cheep tart on heat as the relief washed over him, he felt faint as the blood in his body stopped beating so hard, a warm glow surrounded him as he curled up on the floor with a grin on his rebel strip poker face.
"Good rebel strip poker doggy, I hope rebel strip poker you enjoyed that because its the last come you get for a while believe me".
The words stung Graham from his reverie, he knew his ordeal was far from over, but all he rebel strip poker cared about at the moment was that he had been allowed to com.
His body was slowly returning to a semblance of calm as his heart slowed and the throbbing pain of built up expectation subsided.
"Get up you filthy rebel strip poker doggy, you need cleaning inside and out before we play with you some more. You stink like a cheap slut".
Graham complied immediately, not caring rebel strip poker anymore what happened, he was totally spent, he felt exhausted from the strength of the orgasm.
All he wanted to do was go to sleep, he doubted he would get the chance yet though as he was led by both his rulers down the corridor to the bathroom.
The feeling of humiliation re-surfaced in his mind, he was suddenly acutely aware he was wearing not only womans clothing, but a uniform rebel strip poker that denoted subservience and compliance, he blushed despite himself and all that he had endured during the evening.
He stripped, the uniform forming a puddle at his feet.
His Lady pinched his left nipple making him wince.
Grahams mind was working overtime, what could she mean.
His breath caught in his throat as his Lady produced a length of plastic flexi-pipe which had a bag rebel strip poker, of what looked like water attached to one end, at the other end was a nozzle.
He had a flash of rebel strip poker inspiration causing his heart to sink, an enema bag.
Graham, he thought, you have only yourself to blame.
He had never imagined this not in his darkest, hottest, dirtiest dreams.
His Lady pushed him over rebel strip poker so his forehead rested on the sink.
He noticed the fine taps and rebel strip poker luxury soap, his mind screaming at the absurdity of it all, why notice taps at a time like this, he could only assume that something had snapped in his head.
