The cab rounded the curved drive and pulled up in front of a huge white stucco house. It had a typical Mediterranean red tiled roof and was surrounded... by the most beautiful tropical gardens Monique had ever seen. She enjoyed doing business with Gamal just to be able to pay these periodic visits to this fabulous villa. It must have cost him at least five million new francs to build it in the old days. At today's prices, it would be impossible to calculate the true value.Monique was met at the. As I began to work on her other nipple I could feel her legs squeezing around mine, pressing my thigh firmer against her. A moan escaped her lips and her back arched as she grinded her hips harder and harder into me. I began kissing my way down her stomach again, moving lower and lower until my face was in front of her glistening wet pussy. I had wanted to get my mouth on Molly’s pussy for a long time, so I was in no mood to rush at this point. I began to give long, slow licks up and down her. “We’re finished with this part,” he said. “Take a minute to clean up.” He moved a box of tissues from a counter to the top of the exam table and walked to the other side of the room.A moment later he returned. Roni was standing next to the table.The doctor pulled a small step from the end of the table base. Step on this and face me,” he said. That accomplished, he told her, “Pick up the back of the gown and sit.”Roni bared her behind and sat on the table. The protective paper made a crinkling. He still has a long way to go in terms of his education and growing confidence.You might see this as an “Accidental Master” story of a genre of people who rather than seek out BDSM they discover it. The girls are willing and voluntary to engage with him although the daughters are reluctant of course to be punished. This is all set up in the prologue. However, with feedback from readers I discovered that chapter eight is where the “meat” of the story begins so perhaps try here and then go back.