She immediately pulled my hands away and slapped me.But that didn’t stop me. I was determined to fuck her. I grew aggressive and started lifting her... nightie up from the bottom. She was wearing a white petticoat inside. I raised it enough to slip my hand into her cunt. I started fingering her. I found the clitoris and rubbed it. It took her by surprise. She came to her senses only a bit later.She told “Rahul what are you doing? Are you mad? My husband is sleeping in the next room he could hear. ”“I always wondered about using the chair versus the couch,” I said.“It depends on the patient. You want to look me in the eyes and want me to be very direct. You don’t go for subtlety or carefully dancing around the issues. That annoys you as much as me being blunt would frighten most patients. You’re relaxed when you come here, well, relaxed enough to not need to lie down.”“That makes sense,” I replied, nodding in agreement.“So, where are you?” she asked, starting the session.“I’ve had three. There's not much doubt though. I think I'm a bit shorter, but not much.I definitely have breasts, that took about a second to verify. I have apurse - 1993 style of course. My hair is much longer. Below shoulderlength, and it is getting in the way already.'Stay still - you know the drill.' says a voice from the scanningcontrol room.I don't reply. I think I'm scared to talk, because it won't be myvoice. I'm definitely scared to think. Continuing my inventory, withoutmoving much, I can tell I'm in. ’deekho yeh saahi nahi hai’.He tore my shirt buttons in reply and pulled my bra down.After some time when he was about to enter me i made a final plea ‘ suno mai tumko choosne ko tayaar hu’.He didn’t even stop.I told him i was a vergin.He looked at me ‘ arre tum ko abhi tak kisse ne nahi chooda chalo koi baat nahi jada mazza aaega’ He enterd his 8 inch lund into me slowly.I was groaning all the while but i too was getting excited by his constant mauling of my breasts and language.’ Oooh.