Taylor was sitting on the table in the open back gown. “Good morning Mrs. Taylor, Nurse June will you aid Mrs. Taylor to get into correct position?�...�� I asked as I washed my hands and the put on the rubber gloves.“Doctor, aren’t you a little young?” was Mrs. Taylor’s response as she got into position on the table with the help of Nurse June.“The Doctor has a specialty in this area Mrs. Taylor. He has just joined the practice and has a wonderful track record with fertility issues.” was how Nurse. "I know it is you, baby. Got all shy on me?"Your voice is real hesitant. "I was wondering if I could come over for a little while."My hard dick twitches just hearing you say that. "Yeah, baby. For as long as you want. Wear something real sexy. Something that's gonna make me wanna rip it off your fine ass."I sit on my couch to wait, wearing just my Dickies. I am thinking about when I had you bent over the back of it and how smooth and tight your ass felt in my hands, when the door bell chimes. I. My eyes remained fixated on the mess that were my breasts. They were tightly bound -- squeezed into orbs, nipples distended by the clamps and weights, almost completely caked in a multi-colour sea of wax. Tegan finally took the clamps off my tits. She then squeezed my tits to crack the thick coating of wax, and pieces of wax fell to the floor. Underneath it, my tits were the colour of berries. She started to untie my breasts, and the blood rushed back into them, further enhancing the fire, the. Why should I? You left me. You went away, remember?"There was silence. Children screamed and I heard the distant hiss of the surf. The horn of a boat, too, maybe."I woke up this morning, Bruce," she went on. "My body was sore and tired. It's very tanned too. I was in a bungalow at the seashore, all alone. Nobody here, Bruce. Don't know where she went. Lots of empty glasses and things."Deep irritation started eating away at my patience."What about this dying, Myr? Are you serious?"Was that a.