”“So her release from the place in Maine, what does that mean?”“That they feel she’s at a point where she can function as a doctor, so long ...as she’s under the care of a therapist who will report back to the hospital on a regular basis. She can’t skip any appointments, and she has to be an open book. If she isn’t, they’ll take appropriate action. Now, if she had an alcohol or drug problem, they’d require that she go to some kind of counseling for that as well, like AA. But you said she wasn’t. "Let me do that for you, you daft bastard” Lynn shouts "you don't even no how to have a wank". Lynn kneels down in front of the manager’s chair and pulls off his trousers and pants and pushes his legs open wide. She takes his hand from his cock and tells him to put his hands on the arms of the chair and if he tries to move them or touch her she’ll rip his cock off. He looks at her with a silly schoolboy look on his face and says, "Yes miss I'll be a good boy." Lynn places her hand around his. I felt his cock pulse as I swirled the bottom side of my tongue over the tip of his cock. I will never forget that pulse of warm cum flooding my mouth under my tongue I kept swirling my tongue as he kept pumping thick warm cum into my mouth. I didn't swallow but never stopped sucking his cock as his cum came flowing down my chin and chest. I was stilling licking his head as he pulled back thru the hole. As I sat there still looking at the gloryhole I could feeling that I wanted more. But then i. Gene pulled him parallel to me and the dog lifted his leg around and over my butt, but then the eager Mutt tried to walk away from me while still he was still buried deep in my pelvis. My buttholes vice-like clamp on his knot held fast and he dragged me by my knees sideways about a foot; I felt my ass-ring bulge and prolapse with the torque as the Pooch easily pulled me along. Thank God the mighty dog stopped and stepped backwards enough to relieve the pressure and the delicious wrenching.