‘I’m really not feeling great, Joni texted the morning of their next weekly session.

‘No worries,’ Nick replied. ‘I’ll stop by and check-in on you later.’

Joni wondered what he might have in store for her - maybe he didn’t believe that she was actually feeling poorly. He showed up mid-afternoon with a small duffel bag. He followed her back to her bedroom and she flopped down on the bed. “Get undressed,” he instructed. Joni paused as she really did not feel like spanking or fucking. “Go on,” he urged.

She proceeded to take off the t-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms she was wearing, then laid down on her side.

“Facedown,” he directed and she complied. He warmed some lotion in his hands and gave her a long massage, starting at her neck and working all the way to her feet. She felt him rummaging in his bag and then he parted her ass cheeks and slipped something into her rectum. “Gotta check your temperature,” he explained.

He left for a few minutes and she heard him running water in the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later and extracted the thermometer. “Hmm” is all he said and then Joni felt something most substantial entering her ass. She looked over her shoulder to see an enema bag, that Nick was hold and she could feel the contents filling her.

When the back was nearly empty, he pulled the nozzle from her ass and started a timer on his phone. “Try and hold it until the timer sounds,” he explained. Joni fought the urge to run to the bathroom and held the extra liquid until the phone dinged. She hurried to the toilet and emptied herself.

“Whew, that was a close one,” she admitted, returning to the bedroom. Nick arched his eyebrows knowingly. “I’m definitely feeling a bit better. What can I do for you,” she asked. Again Nick arched his eyebrows, this time more suggestively. “Ok,” Joni replied, thinking of her next move. She unzipped his pants and bade Nick to lay down beside her, face-up. She stroked him lightly still not quite in the mood for full-scale fornication. She felt his body tense and then spasm, his cock shooting a string of milky cum straight up and then down across Joni’s hand. Several more, less voluminous jets were released, creating quite a mess on her hand and his abdomen.

Joni wondered if he expected her to clean-up by ingesting his ejaculate but he reached back into the bag, extracted a towel and cleaned her hand and then himself. “When you’re back to full-speed, let me know and we can have a make-up session.”