Lisle lowered herself awkwardly.  The inspection lasted long enough for her to start wondering what was going on - surely it didn't take<em>that</em>long to prepare to clean someone after peeing!  The only dampness that was there was remnants from her masturbation session at the couch, since everything else had fallen 'forward' into the tray, and she had been more humiliated than aroused at having to suck Gerlinde while doing it.<br/><br/>When it was finally over, Lisle was no more informed than before.  She had never experienced an enema - or any other anal penetration - and so the bottle with its long tube and nozzle meant nothing.  The slick touch of a finger, however, brought another flush to her face.  It was more than a casual touch, and as the inspection continued, she dared to speak again.<br/><br/>"No - please - that's - it's dirty there," she whimpered, regressing to the childhood admonition that her mother had used to stop a toddler's explorations.  But the muscle relaxed, if slowly.  A cry with a rising note to it accompanied the first intrusion, as Lisle felt movement going in the wrong direction.  She squirmed a little, terrified that moving too much would cause pain, or even damage.  The nozzle of the bottle was no less disturbing, but it made her try to stay even more rigidly still.  A bottle wouldn't know if it was piercing flesh.