It ought to be interesting.Anja's hand slid lower over his abdomen. Then maybe we should make sure you are very relaxed.What are you doing?Oh ... this... and that.Martin closed his eyes as her soft hand began to stroke his hardening cock. You have turned into a sex hound!Anja gasped herself as she felt the warmth of lips caress the inside of her leg. She glanced down quickly and saw Dysea's emerald green eyes gazing up at her from between her thighs with hunger in them.Yes she has!We all have!. A tall man in casual clothes entered the room I now occupied. Not a tall man, but with an aura of confidence he carried himself swiftly to my side. He took my head in his nimble fingers and moved my face slowly one way and then the other. During this procedure, I had time to notice him and my surroundings. He wore button up shirt in a vague color of gray over black jeans. These fit well but not snugly across his body. His face at first glance had a tentative rounded look to it but add in the. When he entered the room the first thing that struck me was his colour, jet black, was the only thing that sprung to mind, I had never seen a man so black.He smiled and acted very subservient. He spoke in polite English and his mannerisms were cowed, and for such a powerful looking man, his quiet dulcet tones were in stark contrast to his appearance.I could see through his thin cotton attire. He wore what appeared to be a light coloured sarong, but what caught my eye and my breath, was that his. You don'tforce people to take medications that they don't need and definitelywithout telling them about the side effects. None of the stuff given tothem is needed, they can accomplish the same by just training andresting. And why is he even there to begin with? He isn't a sportsmedicine doctor, he's not accredited to work with us in the capacitythat he is working. You can't force a doctor on someone, especially onewho isn't qualified to practice in the field that he's practicing! Hell,you guys.