The Interviewer stepped close with his face six inches from hers. She bit her lip, her chin quivering. He gently put his arm around her and sitting on... the bench he slowly pulled her onto his knee. The other girls watched as he murmured into her ear for several minutes, cradling and rocking her, stroking his hand down her back, neck, arms and breasts until she relaxed. He then worked her slowly onto his lap until the girl, now breathing heavily, gripped the interviewer's cock, leaned back spread. I wanted to tell her that I wasn't any happier than she was to be here so late, but held my tongue. She walked out while I started on the pile of bureaucratic paperwork that would alert my new doctor of any previous ailments. The minutes ticked by slowly while I waited, then the doorknob turned.The doctor walked in and apologized for such a long delay. He may have been in his 50's but he had aged very well. Thick black hair covered his head with a hint of gray at the temples. His dark Caucasian. Her hair was slightly blown, like she had been in a wind storm. It took a minute before I realized she didn’t have any shopping bags. “I thought you were going shopping?” I casually noted. “I got what I went looking for,” she smirked back at me and waited for me to catch on. I attribute it to an off day but I didn’t catch on until she pointed between her legs and raised her eyebrows. I was instantly hard again and came up to her. “You did it?” “You said it was OK. Now take it upstairs while. I could see the juice flow out around your fingers and drip down your cute bum and then I saw your finger follow it before circling around your tight bud and slowly pushing a finger in I saw the delight on your face as you did it and wished it was my finger or tongue or cock that was there right then all of a sudden you stopped and reached over to the table pulled the bottle over to you and then in one smooth movement removed your skirt leaving only your stockings and heels on legs back up you.