*For the next two weeks, Simon spent his free time eyeing the building opposite. He found himself hoping the builders would screw up, or a crane would...tip over, or something would happen to halt Dr Kennedy’s ambitious plans.He tried to reassure himself. Why would things change? The other clinics on the street hadn’t managed to compete with him so why would Kennedy fare any better? So what if he’d won awards for research papers? It didn’t mean anything in business. He didn’t have Simon’s. ”I, again, did as I was told, savoring every drop of my mistress. I loved her taste. It meant that she wanted me, that she liked me, that she needed me.She pulled her fingers out and, once again, inserted them deep into her warm wet folds.For the next few minutes (The exact length, I'm unsure of. Time had stopped for me.) she continued to feed me her arousal and with each repeated motion I watched desire and lust rise in her eyes as she watched the same rise in me. I couldn’t hold back anymore.. .."For the next hour, they helped each other work on their makeup and hairand, after donning their gowns, they each tried on different accessoriesand shoes.Miss Wells circled the room constantly, offering advice and compliments,and occasionally sitting down with a pair for a while, to assist anddemonstrate.Jesse was sitting in front of the mirror while Jennifer worked on hiseyes with an assortment of brushes, pots of shadow, and mascara. Hishair was up, held in place with a couple of decorative. Then she planted a kiss on my lips and held it for several seconds. I could tell that she had never kissed anyone in a passionate way, and that a lesson was called for.I broke the kiss, and looked into Karen's face. I could see the love there, and the excitement of having her first boyfriend. "Karen, honey, as your new boyfriend, I need to show you a little thing about kissing your boyfriend, OK? Now, just wet your lips with your tongue, and when we kiss, keep your lips open just a little."I.