My cock was still much bigger than it normally was, even as it slowly lay back down."Well, can you tell me what's happened so far?" he asked, as he sn...apped on a pair of rubber gloves. "Please pull your knees up – I'm going to give you a quick prostrate exam."Oh Goody.Before I had time to think about it, his finger was back up – way up – my ass and tickling that incredibly sensual spot, what had to be my prostate gland. Almost immediately, my cock began to rise and he used his other hand to run. That was a sign of defeat if he ever did see one. He came to stand behind her, another smirk on his lips. “You can’t do it, can you, Elisabeth?” His palm skimmed over her flat stomach, continuing lower to the thin band of her navy-blue lace panties. He closed the gap between them, the finely tailored grey trousers he wore tightened as his member grew harder. She stood frozen, powerless to his advances. Her hand relaxed into a loose ball and rested against the top of one of her thighs as his. It was a busy schedule, but like I said I love my job. It may sound corny but I really enjoy helping people and go to great extent to make them feel that their problems is the most important thing I will deal with that day. I find that approach also keeps me focused and ensures that without extra effort I can give them the best care.You can probably imagine some of the distasteful issues I deal with and the wide variety of people I meet. Lets just say I have found new ways to think of people as. The orgasms were hitting me one after the other. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this horny. My legs were shaking when I eventually switched the recorder off and went to bed. I couldn’t get home from quick enough on Friday evening! I quickly made some beans on toast which I ate as I ironed a short, flared denim skirt that Gavin called my ‘slutty skirt’ and a cotton t-shirt that had ribbons on the front and back and was intended to look like a Basque. My shower was long and.