I almost don’t believe I will allow myself to finally end the torment of not giving my wet folds their due attention and my pussy is savouring the l...ittle pressure my thigh has been providing. The instant my fingers hit the top of my now damp, thick, short brown pubes, my legs relent, spreading like a flower. The scent from my juices fill the air with the seductive scent of sex. Suddenly, a prolonged moan cuts through everything, deafening yet distant as finally my fingers meet my clit. My. “What brings you here today Mrs. Jones?”“I’m having a burning sensation when I pee for about the last week.”“Let’s get a urine sample and I’ll do an exam. Just get undressed and pee in this cup.”I usually leave the room after giving the patient a gown but she didn’t wait and pulled her simple dress over her head and removed her bra. No panties. She went into the bathroom and squatted over the toilet with the door open, got the sample and finished pissing, flushed, and returned the sample cup to. I found several litres of milk in the fridge and poured him a small cup. I didn’t have any bottles for him, but he was a well-coordinated kid. He happily drank the milk from the cup. I then found him a banana and sat him on the floor with a piece of it.He happily munched on it and squished it, and I knew I’d have to clean him up, but he was content. I got some food for myself and watched my son. He was a fine looking boy I decided.I had to chuckle to myself. I’d been bitching about not spending. ” “So basically, you’re a sexist who employs prostitutes,” Liam said. Chelsea frowned at him. Although he had voiced her exact thoughts, they had to refrain from angering Dirk. “I think my ladies would be offended by the use of that term. I employ highly skilled professional flight attendants. Their job descriptions consist of ensuring the pleasure of male passengers on this jet. They have an arsenal of techniques at their disposal to ensure that this goal is achieved. I don’t tell them how to.
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