.. he's not ... well, I know Wes pretty well since he's my roommate. And he's ... he's not as nice a person as you might think."She chuckled briefly. ...A 'nice person'?" I mean, he's nice to girls ... to women ... mainly to get them into bed," I blurted.A slight smile curved her lips. "So he's not a 'nice boy' ... he's what might be called a 'bad boy'?"I frowned. "To women anyway; though that's probably not the word I would choose."She didn't respond immediately as we made our way through. "Circumstances have not altered, he replied. To others I would be a machine, but a machine that does not function as its makers planned, one that is not controlled by human opera­tors. They would not suffer such a machine to continue. Do you not still agree?There wasn't much I could say; I knew he was right.So it was to be me alone, well, Lisa and me. Which gave me, at times, an almost overwhelming feeling of responsibility. I still hadn't told Lee this part, but always in my mind was the. You shave your pretty little pussy too, good girl." He rasped out. His hands went to my hips, holding me still as they worked their way up over my flat stomach to the bottoms of my breasts. My breathing started to get heavy as his hands continued to move."...and these tits. Best fucking tit's I have ever seen and on my own little girl. I knew you were meant for me." He whispered, cupping my breasts, using his thumps to rub my hard nipples. I bit my lip, holding in my moan of pleasure at the. " I croaked."Well, it's not so bad I'm just going to press on your breasts with myfingers to feel for any lumps or other irregular tissue. Then I'll checkyour nipples to make sure they're healthy. It only takes a couple ofminutes."At the part about checking my nipples I know I gasped. The doctor didn'tseem to notice. The thought of her touching my nipples caused a shudderdeep in my belly. Knowing how sensitive they are I had a hard timeimagining how I would get through it without moaning and.