.....I stroke them firmly....working my way down to your chest. This massage would be much better without that shirt. Standing behind you.......I open... your two top buttons......you sigh in anticipation, as I slowly rub your chest, you touch my hands.....holding them softly......and guide me around to look into your eyes....... I can't help not wanting to feel your skin with my hands. So warm to the touch. Looking into your eyes trying to read what you want me to do. You come down closer and. A glass cabinet cursorily stocked, inside, which can be, glimpsed a metal bedpan, pipettes and a packet of sutures. The doctor is conspicuously wearing a curly black wig of impressive mass, her countenance lurching into middle age, is bawdy and defiant. Her plump legs are parted to display her pubic bush. She is wearing white socks and white clogs.Text: 2"Doctor, I'm not feeling well." Dicky tum eh? Too much bratwurst! We'll lighten your load, in more ways then one." I'd be awfully grateful,. I watched as he blushed harder with every glance.As I watch Aaron try and have a normal conversation with me, one of the malls AC units stirs to life and I feel a chill run through my body. My nipples come to life underneath my shirt, causing the piercings to push against the fabric and make their presence known.I could see Aarons face redden 3 shades darker as he watched them. I could see his eyes widen and his arms instinctively covered his lap.After this reaction, I decided to up my game a. He could feel his dick getting erect.He took out his tongue, the tip of his tongue touched her clit. Ruhi let out a moan. She felt ripples of pleasure making its way into her body. She was raising her hips to allow Jaiprakash to tongue-fuck her.Now, Jaiprakash was a cunning man. “You like it, Ruhi? You want me to lick your pussy?” he asked seductively. “Hmm…”, she replied, ashamed.“How about you sweeten the deal? You call me Master, and I get to do whatever I want, whenever I want, no questions.