I’m laughing out loud at this, @Lora_C because just this afternoon I had to take my annual Code of Ethics training class which, naturally, included a section on sexual harassment in the workplace ?
@Loveitkinky - LOL, yeah, if ever there was a sexual harassment at Beth Anne's shop, it would be both of us. 😉 Our sexual harassment of each other - would land us in court for years to come. I'm just winding down - I got home just a little while ago and gave Tom a rub down, and foot massage and told him about that horny Beth Anne. 😉 When all was said and done - I really needed that fucking that she gave me, and those enemas with the happy ending were, as she tells me 'on her' and I can pay her back anytime.
And I will - our oldest daughter came to be around Tom today, and kind of keep him company while I helped Beth Anne around the shop. Today - Wednesday, is her big delivery day and I've always helped her when I can. She does a lot on her own - since Sarah moved on, and I love working around the flowers and helping out on the arrangements. Tom's chemo - hit him hard, but they are doing something different, and he is recovering quicker than before. He has to have one a week - and he has 9 more to go, this week, Monday, was his 3rd. Diet and exercise - and massaging his legs, and lower back help him out, after the chemo, he will have to do some radiation therapy, with something like a directed beam. They have also been trying out a gizmo like a swimming cap, that helps keep his scalp cool while that chemo shit is being given to him. It is supposed to reduce the amount of hair loss - so far, it's not too bad, and he gets some growth in the weeks between a session of chemo.
The tough part - besides the chemo, is knowing that this will not 'cure' Tom, only 'treat' it. It takes a toll - and I've been finding myself on a pity potty way too much for my liking, weepy, and all over the place emotionally. I don't like being this way - and it doesn't help Tom out with me bawling like a baby, but I do, and that is just the way it is for now, and all those stages of denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. What a lot of psycho - babble bullshit, and the stupid ass grief therapy and getting in touch with your feelings.
When Beth Anne was giving me my first enema with a happy ending - a little while ago after we closed the shop door, I was there with the nozzle in my ass, naked as a jaybird, leaning back over the creation table with my knees draped over Beth Anne's shoulder and my calves resting on her back while she sucked on my clit. She sucked me up one wave - and down the other, and I was lost so damn deep in a cum lust mist. It's like you see in the movies - where some guy gets snake bit, and his buddy cuts on the bite and sucks the poison out, and that was Beth Anne sucking on my pussy, and I lost it. I totally lost it - every emotion I ever felt in my life, was practically drowning Beth Anne in my cum, tears, little yelps of pleasure, pain, anger, sorrow, pity, lust, orgasm, all of it rolled into one big long gray mist. When I finally - finally finally 'came down' my side hurt so bad like you get when you either laugh too hard and too long at something or you bawl your eyes and heart out, or that orgasm took ahold of you and didn't let you go. I drenched Beth Anne's face - her hair was full of me, and she was crying just as hard as I was, and somewhere, I felt the enema inside of me.
I felt full - I had three quarts in my ass, a lot for me for a first enema, and Beth Anne dumped in another 3 qts that we both knew there was no way I could hold it, but she opened the clamp up all of the way. Somehow we got another quart - or so, into my ass and I was feeling it, and I barely got into the bathroom with Beth Anne carrying my bag behind me, and I barely got sat down on the pot after she pulled the nozzle out of my ass, and I let go. I did more than let go of my enema - into the local sewer system, I was right back to bawling my eyes out, hugging Beth Anne around her hips while I sat there exploding into the toilet, crying all over her pussy. That's a friend - or one sicko lady 😉 who will hold your head for you, and reach around and flush the toilet for you, several times 😶 while you lose it again, and you smell the scent of her pussy and also the fragrance of a citrus air freshener because, hey. 😉
Beth Anne had me lay down with her - on the daybed in the back office, where she gave me my second enema, she had fucked me so damn good, made me feel again, and didn't let me go back into my 'shell'. Yes - Beth Anne can really be a bitch 🌹 but I don't think we said two words to each other, we just held each other, she held me mostly, and I would just veg out while she ran those magic fingers over me. Then her kissing me - softly talking or 'cooing' my neck, my shoulders, and then her sucking on my breasts, long and deep, and her warmth, and I was dozing in and out. I released that enema on my own - while Beth Anne cleaned some of me out of her hair, and her face, me on the commode watching her wash her face and looking at her very beautiful legs and ass. 🌹
The delivery guy - was on time, and Beth Anne and I threw on our lil jump suit, warehouse, overalls and unloaded the truck. She signed the papers - we gave him some coffee and he left like he always does. He's a nice guy - and he has a suck job that keeps him on the road at all hours.
By then I was feeling pretty drained - and ready to head back to the house, Tom, and let our oldest daughter get on back to her home if she wanted. I went into the back room - and changed out of the jump suit overalls, and couldn't find my clothes, and I figured I must have left them in the prep room. I was buck nekkid - when I padded into the room, and Beth Anne had cleared off the work table and put down a yoga mat on top of it. She was going to give me another enema - one for the road before she took me to the house, and I'm like, no problem, let's do this. 😃 🌹
So I'm up on the table - which is pretty damned cold on a hot day, and I was zipping my ass over to the yoga mat to keep from freezing my butt off. Well - I'm getting into position, thinking I'm she's going to give me a bag enema, but she's there digging into my 'suitcase' hand bag that I have that I put Cedar's 🌹 and my enema kits and toys in for when I pop in on Him. But I haven't seen Him for quite awhile - mainly because I got stupid, real stupid, and turned bitch on Him. Something I'm deeply ashamed of - but here's Beth Anne, rummaging through 'our bag' and pulling out the bulb enema with the douche pipe that Cedar, and Cedar alone[/b][/i][/u], uses to give me enemas when He does me with the bulb.
Beth Anne has a look on her face - and I'm laying there on the table and both of us have locked eyes onto each others' eyes, and I'm figuring that the two of us are going to have a motherfucking dust up right then and there. But Beth Anne has that - 'fuck you bitch I ain't afraid of your ass' look in her eye, and that confused the hell out of me, to tell you the truth. Beth Anne has a full - basin vase full of water, Cedar's enema bulb for me, and she's walked in behind me and I'm laying there thinking to myself that only Cedar uses that bulb on me, I feel her hand on my ass, I hear the water being sucked up into the bulb only Cedar uses on me, and then my ass cheek is parted and I'm about ready to pop when I'm thinking to myself, 'Oh hell no she isn't!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![/i][/u] 😡 😡 😡 ' Then the nozzle slips into my ass - 😧 is she really doing this? 😮 And she squeezes the water from Cedar's bulb right into my ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😡 😮 🙄 😢 😞
I was laying there on the table - seething, pissed, hurt, ready to bawl, and ready to fight, but at the same time, I don't know, I just don't know. Beth Anne wasn't saying shit - just filling Cedar's bulb, slipping it into my ass, squeezing the water into me, sliding it out, and filling the bulb again. Beth Anne isn't normally a bitch - I love her, and this time I wasn't going to spout off like I did with Cedar, and actually try to be civil and not take out my frustration on the ones I love. So - I just said to her, 'that's the bulb Cedar uses to give me bulb enemas.' That's all I said - and she slipped two more bulbs full of enema into me before she said or told me, 'that's kind of a moot point sweetie, since you put Cedar on ice.'
I knew what the fuck she meant - but I simped out 'ice? What are you talking about ice?' The next thing I knew - I was feeling one helluva stinging sharp painful very hard very fast palm of Beth Anne's deceptively strong hands slapping the shit out of my ass in a good old fashioned spanking! 😮 Beth Anne was waling the hell out of my ass - and I'm all 'WTF!!!!!!!!!?' I mean - she was whipping up on my ass with her bare hand, but it stung like hell, and she wasn't holding anything back at all. I'm propping myself up - turning to face this witch who's beating my ass but she has a hand full of my hair and I decide I'm going no where but she'd better have a damn good explanation about this shit! 😡 😡 😡 😡
I'm so pissed I'm crying - and I'm ready to tie our tits together and only one of us walks away type of thing. Beth Anne is stone cold - no shit no sugar in her face one bit, and she tells me, 'you kicked Cedar's heart out, bitch, and you come off all pious about this being the 'sacred' enema bulb only Cedar uses on you? WTF, I thought that ship sailed sweet cheeks, what's it going to be, doll?'
I spat back at her - like, what is this a fucking intervention? It didn't phase her ass a bit - not an iota. Instead she just had Cedar's enema bulb in her hand - as calm as fuck told me to lay back down if we wanted to finish this enema or not. I hate it when you lay on your side and cry - the tears roll down out of your eyes and right down to where you suck them up in your nose. She's back there - sticking Cedar's enema bulb up my ass, holding it for ages in my ass, softly touching my ass where she had slapped the shit out of it before, and she just said, 'if you want this to still be the bulb Cedar uses on you, then you'd better get with him.' She kept it in my ass - and held it there, and I just said, 'I fucked that all up, Beth Anne.'
She just said - 'no, not yet.' I told her what I did - and said, and how I pissed almost 30 years of friendship away. She said no I hadn't - but I knew better, and she said she's been talking to Him all along, text, phone, the whole nine yards. She tells me DD has been keeping in touch with Him too - and while she understands, she thinks I'm a dumb ass.
That was about 8 hours or more ago - and I've been writing this for the past 3 1/2 hours, in between texts from DD and Beth Anne asking me if I've 'done it yet?' I'm back in my sewing room - Tom's up and down with the after effects of the chemo, my ass is still red from Beth Anne, more texts.
The five steps of grief bullshit - the little tips on how to deal with, yeah here it is, death, I've said it, doesn't mean anything really. It's going to take however long it takes - I will decide, not some fucking shrink, or therapist, or well meaning friend or acquaintance, I got fucked tonight, well yesterday, enemas, a spanking, and being called out by a bitch who is really a great friend 🌹 and a sarcastic as shit daughter who has no manners or tact. 🌹
If I get some sleep - which I doubt, insomnia sucks, I'll send a certain friend a text.
Nite world.