The Invitation Part 5

"Oh wow," he said in a state of shock.

"Feel good?" Sally asked.

"Err, it's hard to say. It doesn't feel bad I guess."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I do this to myself when I'm planning to
get you to fuck me up the bum so that your cock isn't really dirty
afterwards. Of course, when it just happens or when you decide you want me
in the bum then it just happens and you get a pooey dick!" They both
laughed but then Jack gasped as she pulled the tube quite quickly out of
him leaving a distended and full sensation that was quite new to him.

"Clench your bum hole," he heard her say. You need to make like your
are stopping a really big poo until you get on the loo otherwise you will
spray shitty water all over the wall. And if that happens, honey, YOU are
clearing it up!"

Jack clenched for all he was worth.

"OK, stand up," she said. He stood awkwardly, struggling to gain his
feet while still clenching like mad with his anus. He hobbled over to the
loo and sat down with some relief, allowing nature to take its course.

"Better?" Sally laughed.

"Ha, ha," Jack replied. "Yeah, it's much better but I'm sure that
wasn't really necessary!"

"Well, maybe, but there's no harm in it is there?"

"I guess not," Jack allowed.

Next came the hair. Sally carefully styled his long hair into a
feminine style, mainly off the face but spilling down the right side of his
face a little. Many unfamiliar hair products got their first outing on his
head.

Then the makeup. Jack objected strongly to this particular humiliation,
but Sally as ever managed to convince him that it really was necessary,
that she wouldn't overdo it, and that if he truly loved her...

Helpless, he gave in.

She was true to her work. A light foundation layer, not too much colour
on the cheeks, eye shadow that was tastefully understated and a modest
shade of lipstick. He objected most to the mascara but even there he lost
the argument.