“Good morning, Sophie,” I said. “I mean, Mrs. Winterbottom.”“It’s okay,” she smiled. “You can call me Sophie, as long as it is not in ...front of your patients.”She looked at me sternly, then burst into a beautiful smile.“Okay, Sophie it is,” I chuckled. “And Stefano for me.”“I could not call you that, Doctor,” she said. “Not at all, it is too intimate.”“But then,” I started. “Oh, never mind then.”She was smelling the feather again.'Oh my gosh, is she on to me,' I thought.“Doctor,” she said. “Why. It belonged to my grandfather. When he went to the nursing home, I bought it from him. I've put a lot of miles on it since then, and it certainly wasn't new when I got it, either. It was just its time. I pushed it beyond what it was still capable of doing. I redlined it and it started knocking just before I got to Alesha's place. It was going to go sooner or later, anyway." Yeah," Jeff said, "'sooner or later.' But I suspect that you babied that truck and it would have lasted a long time if you. Well, she wouldn't mind another mind-blowing fuck with Dr. Walters, but it seemed that Mistress Cheryl wasn't about to let that happen. It was beyond cruel to be constantly reminded of what she could never have again. She still watched the video of their night together. She watched it every night, but her fingers failed to satisfy her like his magnificent cock did ... and seeing it every night was just another self-inflicted torture."You've been through a lot this week huh? ... not that you. My escort left for a timed meeting with my visitor. I get tremendous butterflies before sex but liked this whole uncertainty about a stranger fucking me. The waiting is a kind of agony you know what you want but have no certainty about it being delivered . I was very wet and having vaginal contractions so wanting to be fucked.Eventually the door opened and both men came in. My visitor was in his late sixties and friendly. He went into the bathroom whilst I lay on the bed naked and aroused..