Yes, Ms. Genevieve back in 2004. She was in a building with a doorman on the desk checking me in. He apparently was prepared for my visit. I took the elevator to her floor, but was a bit confused about the location of her unit. At just that moment, another extremely attractive woman emerged from her apartment and asked if I was lost. When I explained who I was seeing, she pointed the way and smiled. I learned later that she was an escort.
Ms. Genevieve was very kind, soon had me undressed and fondled my genitals before we started. I brought my own four quart translucent bag and various nozzles with me, but she also showed me her collection in the bathroom, where a closet was filled with enema bags, nozzles and related items. I was instructed to lie on the padded table while she filled my enema bag. Walking into the room with the bag held high, she hung it on a tripod stand, then proceeded to lube my anus while sliding her finger in to massage my prostate. This was followed by a very slow insertion of one of my bigger nozzles, while she coached me on breathing to relax my anal rings. Then I received a wonderful enema, all the while she massaged my abdomen round and round, until I had taken nearly three quarts of warm enema fluid. I was instructed to hold it for ten minutes, then allowed to get up and move to the bathroom. Once on the toilet, I slowly released the enema while she and I talked about "stuff". It was an amazing conversation, considering I was expelling and we were talking as if the whole process was quite normal behavior.
Once I had expelled and given a wet washcloth to clean up, I was instructed to get back on the table for my second enema. Again, the process was carefully repeated, although with the second enema, she slowly started massaging my penis until I was erect. With the contents of the bag flowing into me, and slowly taking up more mental space, she increased her stroking of my very erect penis until I started entering what Ms. Lila calls the "cum mist" where nothing is heard or visible outside the cloud of eroticism that overtook me until l had a shattering orgasm. Ms. Genevieve welcomed me back to reality by wiping up my cum, then making me hold this second enema for fifteen minutes when I was instructed to move, somewhat slowly, to the toilet to expel her enema. Again we chatted normally, about my enemas, about my orgasm and a little about her business. I left, a very satisfied enemate, but unfortunately that was our first and last encounter.