“I’m going to examine your outer and inner labia first… I’ll always tell you what I’m going to do before I do it so you won’t be surprised...,” I promised my patient.My deep relaxation breathing and some vestige of professionalism steadied my hand and nerves. The incessant throb from between my legs played somewhat distractingly in the background.“This part will be quite similar to the exam your Ob-Gyn does,” I said hoping that connecting the examination with something she’d experienced before. “Yep, Beautiful girl, that’s our goal.”We gave each other a quick kiss and I asked Claire to sit down for a moment.“Miss Kalista McArthur,” I said, “Would you like to learn the Samba?”“Can I? Really Charles? That looks so difficult, but I bet I can do it. What do you think, can I?”“No harm in trying, Special K. Have you been watching Claire and I closely enough?”“Yes, X ... I am prepared to Samba with you.”Annie and Claire both chuckled a bit over Kalista, who had wiggled her hips when she had. He soothes her with a kiss, his tongue ghosting teasingly against hers. When she angles for more he backs off, giving her a deep pump that makes her arc into him. "Talk to me," he demands. "Tell me what you feel. What you want to feel."She clutches him, her nails digging at his back. He can feel her stubborn resistance, knows she thinks she can turn the tables on him. That she can make him losecontrol and screw her silly.Her body is wicked and sinful in the way it cradles his and wraps around. Chris walked towards her and Frankie pushed him away “strip bastard” she demanded “don’t look at me, you are going to pleasure me like you have never pleasured a woman before, just don’t look, take all your clothes off every last thing and lay on your back on the bed”.Frankie couldn’t stop the grin escaping as she watched Chris do exactly as she had asked, his shirt came off first, closely followed by his trousers, he wore no underwear so his cock sprang to attention as he climbed out of his.