Her mouth was warm and wet and she slowly ran her tongue up and down the shaft, grabbing the base with her hand and pumping me in and out of her wet m...outh. I sat down on the end of the bed, moved her long hair and watched in the long mirror on the wall as she sucked away on my stiff cock. It felt so good, maybe too good, so I stood up and pulled her with me, grabbed the bottom of her tee shirt and pulled it over her head, as she reached behind to unhook her bra, I unbuttoned her trousers and. ”“He just drove into a pole?” his mother asked skeptically.“Yes.”“He was drunk as a skunk.”“That would explain it. Change your clothes. I need to wash them before the blood has a chance to set.”“I gave him my tee-shirt to hold over his nose.”His mother sighed. “At least it went to a good cause.”“He really did a good job taking care of the driver. You’d have been proud of him, Mrs. B.”“I am, Tim. After you’ve changed clothes eat the lunch I made for you. I’d hate for the food to go to. ?Again, louder!? ?Yes PUT YOUR FINGER UP MY ARSEHOLE MISTRESS CARMEL? However, I was surprised how easily her finger slipped into my anus it feltstrange and remote as her thin finger entered my forbidden entrance. Once hersecond knuckle was inside she began to rotate it slightly as she worked itin and out at the same time, this was both uncomfortable and exciting at thesame time. She then asked, ?How does it feel to have my finger up your arsehole? adding ?Itold you that you would be fucked. She was stillwriting down some notes, no doubt from her last patient, but lifted up herhead at the sound of her receptionist and then looked across at me, her facebearing no hint of emotion.She scrutinised me carefully, taking in everything about me in just a fewseconds, and then motioned for me to sit down in the chair that waspositioned in front of her desk."Now then Miss Bradshaw, I believe. I heard that you needed to see me as amatter of life and death. Would you care to enlighten me as to.