"Francine come in here please, it's time for your enema."
Francine whined from the other room, but emerged a few minutes later, wearing only a pair of black stockings. Tom had the enema bag full already, and placed it on a hook above the bed. Francine laid on the edge of the bed, nude, with her legs drawn up to her chest. Tom inserted the nozzle, and opened the flow of warm water from the bag.
Francine furrowed her brows and began to whimper slightly, her bowels filling up steadily.
"Tom, please don't make me too full, oh please..."
Her Husband Tom laid next to her, kissing her softly, and played with her nipples.
"Shhhh, Francine, I want your asshole nice and clean too play in, you know that, now be a good girl while I finish filling your asshole up."
Francine was very accustomed to her enemas, it had been a ritual for sometime. Francine Had become able to hold large amounts of fluid in her bowels, and had learned to retain it, if Tom wished her to, for a period of time up to a half an hour, or sometimes a little longer.
"Ok, ok, I'm full now.... Tom, I'm Full.... Oh Please....Tom, I want to please you so bad, but I'm so full.!"
As Francine whimpered, Tom stopped the flow, and removed the nozzle.
