Lexi is flat on her back on the lift bench. Her legs have been dangled off the far edge and are being held in place by wide leather restraints locked around her ankles. She’s not as uncomfortable as she could be, but her enema-swollen belly - which is already holding around two liters from her time being filled by the glass bucket - is way less cut than it was when we started. Her wrists, similarly held in place by thick leather cuffs, have been clipped to the sides of the bench and she’s already had a couple of syringes before the opening of this part of her enema ordeal. She’s hardcore, though, and - although she complains a bit - she really just sucks up those asswater injections with the same ease that she throws weights.