With the roar of the bathroom fan rushing around her, Gerlinde imagined herself to be in the humid maw of some great beast - in the throat of Lust, embodied and animal: Its saliva the almost palpable sour, salt, sharpness of sex scents baking from she and Lisle pussy.  Tongues laving spongy excitement over their nerves.  Erectile tissue of their bodies hard and hungry as teeth.  The rumbling of the fan and the rustle of the air merged with the resonance of her own thrilling arousal.  It coupled with the heavy, climbing excitement that emanated from Lisle kitty.  It stirred it, inspired it all the more.  She breathed out steamy and felt the fan snatch that breath away.  It made her fingers flicker harder on the bell.<br/><br/>ding ding ding ding ding ding ding<br/><br/>"Good kitty, taking so much."  Gerlinde called Lisle, her fingers ringing the bell, its sway like a wild wrecking ball, lightly yanking the sealed flesh attached.  She placed a wide-mouthed kiss on the restless rise of Lisle kitty's bottom, dragging it on - a hot wax seal of approval.  Her hand coaxed more liquid from the bulb.<br/><br/>She was delighting this.  She admitted to it.  Even though her fantastic imagery was dashed when her wry mind made note that the bathroom - the "maw" - was ringed in tasteful floral tiles, not flames; that her bathroom cabinet played home to a few kleenex boxes and a vintage Rainbow Brite toothpaste dispenser.  No matter.  Gerlinde inhaled pure ardor, pure pleasure, from the agony and eagerness of Lisle puss' body.  And besides, she had a rather impressive vibrator down under that sink too.<br/><br/>She laid her angelic face on Lisle kitty's bottom and nuzzled the hot wet left by her kiss.  She watched the warm, medicated fluid flow generously into the convulsing hole of the anus.  The enema bulb had about a third left to go.  Gerlinde sped her fingers faster, firmer on the bell, brushing Lisle with her velvety voice.<br/><br/>"Only two-thirds more to go, kitty puss."<br/><br/>ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding<br/><br/>And Gerlinde grinned subtly at her mischievous misleading of the kitty.  She rubbed against the hunching, speaking in sultry whispers, imagining them weaving into Lisle with the dark warp of the enema fluid, the fan, the flashing stimulation heaving up her trapped, sickened, tingling clitoris.<br/><br/>"No more dirty kitty back there soon.  All clean.  All fresh.  Just tender and tidy and pretty."  Gerlinde concluded with another peck on Lisle puss' rump.  "Very soon.  You just need to hold it.  Hold it all."<br/><br/>The enema emptied.  Gerlinde's fingers gathered about the bell.  It clacked in protest as she churned it, a fingertip occasionally lifting to lick half the leather of the sheathed root like a questing tentacle.  She did not relent.  She saw - felt - what the enema did to Lisle puss.  Gerlinde wanted more than Lisle just to hold it.<br/><br/>She wanted Lisle kitty to release.  She wanted a climax inspired by Lisle pussy having her bottom so used; so invaded; so filled.  She would have it.  Her fingers began their skillful work to make sure.<br/><br/>"Good<em>kitty</em>with so much<em>inside</em>."<br/><br/>As she did, Gerlinde looked below, seeing if Lisle kitty's belly showed just how much that was.