Then Nurse Becca could make her final rounds.That is what Doctor Barretti liked to call her when patients were around. It was part of his "bedside man...ner" she guessed. Just as he considered the human owners as much patients as their pets, often more so. She was no nurse, although she did have a degree in animal husbandry. It didn't help much under Barretti, who used an entirely different vocabulary than the university, but it did land her the job as his assistant. Physician's assistant may have. Suddenly, she stopped me and said she wasn’t using any contraception and we had no condoms either. The tip of my aching penis was now virtually kissing the wet lips of her pussy, it was quaking and throbbong and my whole body was trembling and I was left with a choice of what to do. Should I stop betraying my girlfriend right now and kick this girl out and do the right thing, or risk getting her pregnant and making a complete mess of everybody’s lives for the sake of a worthless fuck? I thought. I carried my bag with my shoes in it, as we wentback to the changing room. I took off my jeans and top and Mrs. Shelbyasked, "Good. I see you have the corset on, have you been wearing it." Yes," I replied, "almost every day." Then this dress should fit you just fine. And you shouldn't have aproblem wearing the corset for as long as you need to."They helped me step into the dress and Mrs. Shelby zipped it up without aproblem. Then she set the shoes on the floor and I stepped into them.Then. There was little doubt that this attractive middle-aged woman was related to me. Anyone passing by might have been forgiven for mistaking us for mother and son.Grandmother was full of cheerful commentary as she drove us towards my new home. The trip lasted several hours, including a detour to a small village where we ate lunch at an expensive restaurant. We sat beneath a large umbrella, shielded from the unseasonably warm sunshine, eating an artfully presented, but to my eyes woefully small,.