I was alone in the bed when I woke up the next morning with a slight wine hangover.  As the fog cleared I became aware of a sticky feeling between my legs and raised the sheet to look.  The shock of seeing my shaved pubic area and realizing the sticky feeling was from my own juices that caked my inner thighs brought it all back.  Another woman had fondled the most intimate parts of my body and made love to me.  It was humiliating to think I not only let Marty do that to me but she had driven me to an soul wrenching orgasm in the process.  My tits ached and my nipples were sore but there was an odd  sweetness to the fatigue that I felt. Probably the most unerving memory of last night was when she gave me the enema and how utterly humiliated I felt.  Not that it hurt, actually it wasn’t even unpleasent and I finally had to admit it gave me oddly erotic feeling of deep warmth.  But just the idea of being given an enema like she did was still hard to deal with. The whole night with Marty was almost like being raped yet ashamed to admit you had enjoyed it.

The smell of fresh coffee filled the room a moment as Marty came in carrying a two big mugs.  She was wearing only a little thigh length robe that provided an ample view of her shapely legs as she moved and when she sat on the bed the top opened enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of her tits. (more…)