Antonia
ANTONIA By Brian Houlihan Copyright@1999 by Brian Houlihan All Rights Reserved A knock on the door. "It's open." Heart attack time. I couldn't believe it. Did she just say, 'It's open.'? I was laying naked on my back on a massage table in Antonia's living room. An enema tube was shoved up my ass and I had about a quart and a half of soapy water in me already. My stomach was distended and I looked pregnant. On top of that, I had a cast iron hard-on that Antonia had been...