201 Motels Part 3 - Sabrina & Anna

201 Motels, Part III

Sabrina & Anna

Sabrina's working on the road for a healthcare company. She's snowed-in in a nice hotel suite with nothing to do, so she decides to look up an old college friend, Anna. They connect and Anna has a 4WD car, so she offers to drop by, share a bottle of wine and catch up on old times.

Sabrina had already started on the wine from the mini-bar and by the time Anna turned up, Sabrina was tipsy enough that their mutual trip down memory lane began to take twists and turns through the garden of prepubescent lesbian experimentation. Things neither of them had thought much about in the ten years since they'd roomed together.

Anna asked Sabrina what her duties included with the healthcare company and things led to things. It didn't take much more time or much more wine before Sabrina offered to treat Anna's slight intestinal upset.

Sabrina got out one of the healthcare company's disposable bags, but added a bit of her own stash of peppermint castile soap, saying she liked the smell a lot better with peppermint.

Sabrina was having a lot better time, administering the enema, than one would expect a healthcare professional to have during a normal clinical procedure.

And Anna seemed to be enjoying the procedure a lot more than the average patient.

In fact, there was quite a bit of latent energy, just waiting for a little alcohol to release the inhibitions.

But, first, Anna had to release something of her own. Then, after she thought she was done, she got a sudden surprise and had to go back and unload quite a bit more.

Well, you wouldn't expect things to stop there, would you? Especially not with Sabrina knocking back glass after glass of Chablis, off-camera. Not that Anna wasn't a willing participant, of course - when Sabrina asked if she'd like to give her an enema, Anna readily agreed. Sabrina got into her "personal stash" of enema gear and fixed up her favourite old 1947-vintage Davol "Comfy" fountain syringe with a mini-Silver Bullet and loaded it with hot soapsuds, then gave it to Anna to do the honours.

For someone who'd never actually given an enema before, Anna was doing quite well.........

......right up to the point where the tip popped out of Sabrina, the bed got soaked and Anna panicked and couldn't find the shutoff clamp. As you can see, between the two frames, above, we cut for a moment, threw a towel on the bed, then gave the girls the go-ahead to continue.

Sabrina helped Anna get a handle on things and they continued. By this time, they were making no pretense of this being a medical procedure and were having a lot of tipsy fun!

With two quarts of soapsuds and some obvious gas in her, Sabrina really unloaded loudly! The serendipitous musical concert she put on had Anna laughing and the cameraman barely able to hold the camcorder still. This is one of the best and funniest "loud farting" evacuations we've ever filmed. Everything from musical trills to rifle shots!

Anna definitely wanted another enema and Sabrina had just the toys in her stash to give her a thrill: a 1960-vintage Davol "Comfy" combination syringe with one of The Collector's "Silver Bullets" specially anodized in black. Anna opted out on soap, though, which was probably a good decision, given what Sabrina did to herself, later. But we're getting ahead of ourselves. Sabrina was just inserting the Bullet when she yanked the hose off the bag's screw fitting. And the bed got wet again.

Sabrina finally got things started and Anna's eyes started lighting up!

From the movements around the bed and the noises she made, we guess that Anna had a very good enema experience.

Sabrina forced the last drop from the Comfy into Anna, then listened as the last of the day's cares and worries went down the drain. At least, that's how it seemed to the girls, after a few more glasses of wine. Anna had to make another emergency dash to the potty when a sudden, exhuberant gush caught her by surprise again, but things did calm down eventually. Of course, Sabrina didn't calm down a bit.......

When the model's flipping off the viewers and and flashing the cameraman, the only thing to do is

"KEEP ROLLING"!

Just get out of the way and see what happens.

So we did. First, this happened.

Then they did some of this. (Notice Anna fingering Sabrina's butthole.)

They did quite a lot of this.

And they did this, too.

And they were doing this when Sabrina stopped, sat bolt upright and declared that she wanted another enema!

(Right after another glass of wine.)

The stage was set for disaster.

Sabrina staggered to the sink and proceeded to fill a 2½-quart Davol Paris combo syringe with a whole lot of hot water and (are you ready?) 3 ounces of liquid peppermint castile soap. Enough to burn the butt off a buffalo!

Things got comical when Sabrina kept coaxing Anna to lubricate the inside of her rectum .... again and again and again, before inserting the tip. And no sooner were they off to the races than the entire scene came....

UNGLUED!

Well, unplugged, to be sure.

Something about the effects of alcohol on one's ability to pucker combined with the effects of one large overdose of burning hot soapsuds produced a brown geyser. She simply could not hold it. The bed turned into a wet, brownish mess. Sabrina probably lost a third of the bag (among other things) between the bed and the toilet. We certainly found enough of them later. In Technicolor.

Sabrina had severely insulted her colon with peppermint-flavoured soapsuds. She got a severely burnt hiney and an inflamed colon. Some people call it "the colonic dry heaves". Imagine: you've totally emptied yourself, but your colon won't stop cramping, you have Peristalsis Rex and you can't stop grunting. Sabrina did a lot of this for ......well, way too long. She bitched and moaned a lot. She flipped off the cameraman again. She demanded we stop filming. We did - for a minute. For those of you who want to see a girl really suffer from a self-inflicted soapsuds overdose, this is your scene!

Sabrina finally wiped and got up. She bitched and moaned for a half hour, then passed out.

Anna left. The Collector cleaned up.

Six hours later, Sabrina woke up.

She couldn't remember what she'd done with Anna. We didn't tell her. (But we promised her a copy of the DVD.)

Time: 1 hour & 18 minutes

E (sort of - by leaky accident)