" sure why not!" I chirped and he guided me into the room before him.He flicked the television on and looked at me in a naughty way."Gemma, take your ...clothes off!" he said casually. just like that.I thought I would faint and I got hot. My face reddened and I wondered what to do."we only have one hour, maybe two" Steve explained."yeh" I said. right, I heard that too."so you want me to? you know, take my clothes off?" yeh I do!" he said. "you can keep your knickers on..." he offered.wow that was. " You picked me specifically?" Of course. This study is about the ability to resist orgasm, so we picked a young lady in her sexual prime who was, shall we say, a slut."Cassandra stuttered."Don't think I don't know of your sexual activities," Dr. Smith continued. "Men, women, gangbangs, all of it, and multiple orgasms every time. And you masturbate nearly twice a day. That's an impressive collection of vibrators you have, by the way. But I digress. You were selected because of your love of. A getaway to write and to think was just what the doctor ordered. It was mid May and Rachel had met all her deadlines as an editor up in the greater Detroit area. She didn’t like living there; it was a depressing scene. Even the looks on people’s faces added to the pall of drudgery that seemed to fall like a curtain over the city itself. However, the job was decent pay, even if it was high intensity at times. Using her knowledge from a previous job as co-editor of a local newspaper in the. She placed her left hand on my lower back and her right hand which was extremely hot, returned to soothing my burning bottom. I had tears in my eyes but concentrated fully on what Pauline was saying. “Now I’m going to give you something to remember me by Peter.” I didn’t see her pick the wooden backed hairbrush up and wasn’t sure what she was rubbing my bottom with. It was hard and cold. Quite soothing after having my buttocks set on fire by Pauline’s extremely hard right hand. However, what.