"There is just one more question. I show you a uniform shirt and ask if you recognize it?" Yes, sir, I do," Evans replied. "It is the shirt Miss Camer...on was wearing when she was returned to Saigon. I remember the identification, JENNINGS, marked inside the collar." Doctor have you seen this shirt since that day in Saigon?" Yes, sir, I did. "I saw it again a few weeks ago when you brought it to me. You asked me to have tests run on some stains that I had not noticed before." Doctor Evans, did. I want all of you in my mouth, I look at you as I lower my face onto your cock and it touches the back of my throat. Still there is more to take and I relax myself, and plunge deeper, gagging around you. Vibrations that you feel around your balls, they come from the deep yearning I have to be everything you imagined I would be. I rise and fall quickly, I slurp noisily, and I suck you harder and harder until I don’t know who wants it more, you or me? Your hands grip the sides of my head and you. And worse, I was turned on.Knowing that the k** who had just finger-fucked me was making polite conversation with the love of my life—it was strangely thrilling. Combined with the fact that Ash wouldn’t stop blatantly checking me out, and the memory of what we’d just done…by the time Ash and my daughter left, I was practically dripping, and if I didn’t know that it would have raised suspicion, I would have thrown my husband down right there on the couch, and ridden him to orgasm.Instead,. Did you intend from the very beginning to dress me as a baby?" No, actually you were supposed to spoil me one day in which you did allthe housework." I did have some luck there," I grinned.##I put on the dirnl again. I liked it best of all. Next to the communiondress it seemed the most feminine, which used to repel me rather thanattract. Whatever for. It was much more comfortable than the dress withthe crinolines. I could at most just once buy myself a blouse with longsleeves.And I needed more.