Dr Cameron, as I have mentioned, was ancient. He attended church. He probably never felt randy in his life. Whereas I am in the prime of life. And ran...dy as hell."No luck?" comes melodious notes when I bring my head back into my office. I close the door and turn around. To my surprise and horror, Ms Rose is standing in the middle of my surgery, next to the examination table on top of which a fresh paper sheet is spread, in a bra, brief panties, and self-supporting stockings with lace flowers. ”“You what, baby?”“Please don’t be angry, baby, but I pushed my ass down onto his finger to get it in deeper!”“Wow,” I screamed.“It felt so amazing baby, I couldn’t help myself,” she went on, “He kept pushing his finger in a little deeper each time; then he would pull it out to moisten it with my own cum, then push it back in deeper.”I came at that moment.“Then I felt his knuckle push against my cheeks and I knew that he had his finger in all the way.”“Carry on, baby.”, “He started to finger my. "I'd love to, dear," said Anna, "but I need to be going. I have a dinner date with some colleagues. I'll take a rain check on that."Lydia gave me a couple of more slaps. Then she ordered me into the corner. "Stay there," she said. I did as I was told. Man, did I feel weird. Yet I could feel that lingering excitement as my entire free will was taken away.As the ladies walked back downstairs I could hear Anna. "We'll work on the spanking bit in the future. You can do much, much better. . " Her companion, Science Officer Jennifer Fairfield removed her helmet, replying "Yes, it looks like an old Earth vessel, 2- perhaps 300 years old. I'm not familiar with the configuration. It was probably custom built." Jennifer was tall and slender with pale skin and long white hair. Her features were angular, and beautiful, the product of generations of Martian genetic engineering. She spoke and carried herself with an air of superiority, as was common for the Martian people, and often.