Call this a 50,000-mile check-up. Or a 125-girl check-up, if you prefer.”“You do realize just how offensive that might be to some people.”“Som...e people need to mind their own business,” I replied. “And if you mean you, well, at this point, I think we’re way past you being offended by my behavior. I think we’re at appalled or disgusted.”Doctor Mercer laughed, “Believe it or not, I think at this point I understand you. Remember what I gave you as an alternative prescription.”“True. Would you be. He was good and I started to drift off until I felt hands working my thighs and slowly working higher up my leg. I felt his hands near my balls and then move away. He slid down my boxers and kneaded my arse saying there was lots of tension there. My cock was now rock hard. Rick told me to turn over. I said it was fine and then he stunned me.He leaned down and whispered in my ear “ if its that hard on your embarrassed about I saw how hard you got last night and was very impressed>”I turned over.. You decide where this world goes from here. Can you pick that Axe up and smite me, my men, and all those whom you find wanting? Of course! And that is the path the truthseekers would have you follow, with them subtly shading exactly who it is you find wanting," the sorceror's gravelly voice said silkily, his will oozing all over his words as they entered his ears and were processed by his brain. It was no spell, not exactly. It was merely truth, as seen from the sorceror's point of view. A side. She stinks even worse between the hips now. Xenomorph leather gets very, very smelly when it's wet. She is still clothed not below the hips now. After all, now that she has been properly circumcised, she no longer needs her vaginal lips to be hidden! Not to mention that her Master shall need to use her sweet little chocolate lips for the next part of her treatment! So she sits semi-naked in her moist cell of slime, her delicate little nostrils sniff and sniff the hot moist stinks of fit, pert.