She paused, centered the stethoscope on my heart and listened questioningly. "Are you nervous?" she asked. "A little," I lied. She smiled and asked me... to lay back on the exam table, hands to my side. "Wh-what?" I stammered. Her brow furrowed slightly in confusion. "Lay back," she repeated. I sighed and did as I was told. My rigid cock, free of the confines of my hands, snapped to attention. The doctor said nothing, opened my gown and pressed on my upper abdomen in several locations. She moved. He felt like he was changed. He looked at hisbody and didn't see any problems. He prayed for about 15 minutes then heleft.He took his private jet (well, the Air Force owns that but it's like hisown jet). The limo drove to his mansion in Virginia (near DC). Hewanted to check his body, so he called Walter Reed Army Medical Center.His physician check him out and he was fine (other than, he has about 100pounds of fat, smokes 2 packs per day and eats to much rich foods! Hehas all the problems. “For whom were you playing the instrument by the way sir?” I asked him as we were about to walk towards his home.“Someone special!” he said looking at a Grave and smiling. “Grave.363; A Virtuous Mother (Died 1825)” was engraved on it. We both walked to his house which was just inside the graveyard. He said he lived here in his ancestral cottage which was built during the British Era. I felt it kinda weird. His place looked quite beautiful from inside. Built in a complete British Gothic Style. I. "I'm sorry Travis, but Jess isn't comfortable with you being here so I guess you'll have to leave," I said, the trepidation obvious in my voice. As he ignored my words he walked up to Jess and stood behind her."Not comfortable with me, huh?" he said, thrusting his crotch into her ass and pressing her against the counter. Jess' face contorted into a shocked expression as she bent over the counter and her big breasts bounced against the hard surface. "Well then I think we just need to get to know.