We parted company after brunch on Sunday, setting my return for Wednesday evening, when all three would be off work. Victoria, who seemed to be a natural leader showed me out. "Come full...you'll be leaving totally clean inside. We will also be discussing your membership in our club."

I did as Victoria commanded, and (with a lot of Imodium) managed to get myself constipated. Showing up at seven on Wednesday, I was greeted by Violet, with a smile and a kiss, "Victoria is waiting for you in the exam room. I hope you are ready as instructed." She ushered me into the room, where Victoria was waiting with a huge bulging bag of hot soapsuds, and a gloved hand. "Get undressed and bend over the end of the table." I did as I was told, and felt her gloved finger thrust deep into me. She finger-fucked me for a few seconds, "Good boy! you have a boulder in there! It must really be uncomfy! Would you like us to help you get rid of that?" "Isn't that why I'm here?" "Well of course, but I hope you're here because you enjoy our company." "I definitely do! By the way, when are we going to discuss this membership you mentioned?" "Right after we each give you an enema." So, I would be getting three enemas. As I thought about hat, Victoria forced the end of a double balloon catheter into my newly loosened anus. I felt the slightly painful fullness as the inner balloon was inflated, then the feelings as she filled the outer balloon, snugging the inner one against mu anal sphincter, sealing my hole tightly. Then, the warmth as hot soapy water began flooding me. "Try to relax, it's only two quarts, and I only want you to hold it ten minutes." I didn't relax, and by the end of ten minutes I was fighting hellish cramps. "OK, that's a good boy! Come with me." She clamped the catheter, and removed it from the hose. She led me into the den, where an adult potty chair was set up on the coffee table in front of the couch. Violet and Vanessa were seated on the couch where they could see me release into a large glass beaker. It was big enough to hold everything inside me. They giggled and pointed, because Victoria was leading me with her right hand firmly holding my erect cock. I was HURTING! "OK, Charley, I think you know what to do!" I got up on the coffee table and sat on the potty. "How am I going to expel with this nozzle plugging me?" Violet responded, "If you try hard, you can push it out. OR, we can talk about membership terms, and then I'll deflate the inside balloon." "Let's talk, but please talk fast! This HURTS!"

Again, Victoria took the lead, "First, a bit of honest disclosure! We ran that pop up ad for four months, and actually got more than a dozen responses. You were the first one to pass our screening process." Vanessa chimed in, "You are exactly what we hoped for! You like enemas, and are great at the "marital arts"...you're great in bed! You also are great at giving us enemas!" Violet added, "You never asked how much we charge. That's the thing, we want to adopt you as our permanent partner for all our sexual needs; there is no charge! BUT, we demand monogamy with us: no sex or anal play with other women." All three joined the chorus, "So, what do you say?" I was nearly shouting, "Wonderful, I agree 100 percent! Now, PLEASE take this thing out of me!" Victoria reached under me and deflated the inner balloon, which released a torrent of shit and water. Violet: "OH M"GOD! Look at the size of that turd! Is that shit, or a baseball?" They all laughed, and settled into a fascinated viewing of my release. When I was finished, they let me retire to the exam table, where Violet filled me with three quarts of salt and baking soda solution. I held that for quite a while, as each sister took her turn performing oral on me. Oddly, I totally forgot the three quarts inside while they played with my erection. Each one almost got me off, and Victoria finally swallowed my load. THEN, the enema became VERY obvious to my conscious. "I gotta go NOW!" (I was almost shouting.") Again, the chorus, "Go ahead and empty your bowels and bladder. We'll be waiting for you in Vanessa's bedroom. You have one more duty to fulfill before bedtime."

I literally ran to the toilet, and spent a good fifteen minutes releasing the enema. Then, I walked with anticipation to Vanessa's bedroom, where I found three Black Irish beauties needing "service". I was totally spent by the time I finished girl number three, and dreading the drive home. "This was wonderful beyond my wildest dreams! But, I need to be getting home." As I said, Victoria seemed to speak for the group. "Oh, about that, do you rent your home, or own it?" "I own it. Why?" "How would you feel about selling, or renting it out?" "I never thought about it, why?" "You know we each have our own bedroom, but did you know this is a four bedroom house?" "No, but I know it's huge. I assumed that with three professional incomes, you make plenty of money." Victoria continued, "Yes, we DO make good money, but that isn't why we can do this. Our nursing jobs are done out of a need to do service to those who need it. It's a way to give back because of our great good fortune: Violet won the lottery five years ago, We shared a half a billion dollar jackpot! We have three hundred million after taxes! Now that we've found you, we're inviting you to be our constant full-service companion! Go home and think it over! You'll have your own bedroom, full use of the home, and, of course of each of us. We will expect your decision by this Saturday" I left with my head spinning, almost afraid to drive because of being distracted.