Richard sipped the orange juice looking down at his naked body. The nurse took away the glass and gently let his head back down on to the table."Right... Richard do you think you can turn over for me and get ip on to your knees." Richard groaned inwardly, slowly turning his body over so that he lay on his stomach. With an effort he got to his hands and knees. He was not surprised as the nurse placed her hand on his shoulders and pressed."Down on your elbows there's a good boy. Richard obeyed. I do know they can cut through chocolate cake. About a month ago. Holly was out for dinner but the rest of us and Naomi’s boyfriend were home. We were all a bit drunk, and there were two chocolate cakes in the living room (I think Holly left them there). None of us could be bothered to wash up a knife, so Natalia suggested I used my G-string. I was wearing a skirt, and knelt on the floor, slipping my string down to my knees, and neatly sliced one of the cakes into three pieces. Naomi tried to. She was still a bachelorette even though she was nearing forty. Bachelorette sounded so much nicer than "old maid" which seemed a bit harsh of a descriptive title. Pru was certain it was her bum that was holding her back from a serious proposal of marriage or at least a proposition of "living together" as a sort of test run. Pue was not against that type of arrangement providing the partner performed well when the chips were down and was willing to reciprocate for an "on her knees" performance.. I was breathing a little faster, my orgasm was churning deep in my body, just waiting to erupt. I could feel it coming but I tried to hold back. I wanted to stay right here on the edge, my entire body felt like it was vibrating with pleasure and I wanted it to last forever. His hands moved to my inner thighs and stroked them softly. He was teasing me. He knew I was close. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He looked cloudy as I tried to focus through my orgasmic daze. I blinked and he.