"Let's talk about you, Cindy." Yessir," I said. I wanted him to point out the direction this conversation should go."How do you feel about your succes... at school this year?"Okay, THAT'S what he wants. I can do that. So I did.He asked questions. "Why didn't you feel compelled to work harder before this year?"I explained."How do you cope with your classmates when they find out about your new-found abilities?"I explained the negative comments and the positive comments. "Gosh, Doctor Stanton...". The lowest shelf is just an inch or two above the ground, so I have to bend down far to reach it. I bend over and pray that my skimpy dress doesn't get a mind of its own and divulge the nudity hidden beneath it. My hand slowly extends towards one of the magazines and pulls it out, but at that moment I feel her hand on my butt once more, feel it brush downwards and have to suppress a shiver. Then my eyes open wide and my body becomes stiff in alarm.Her fingers have lifted the hem of my mini. Andher answer was OH! he is already here, and then with that she patted herrather large belly. Both my wife and I just stared with a mostinquisitive look on our faces and said nothing. After a rather awkwardsilence she said I know you find this all very strange, but bear with meand in due time you will understand and probably become somewhatintrigued as my husband and I were. She went on to explain her husbandwas the eighth person selected to take part in this new shall we sayparticipation. I. The perfume of cinnamon and nutmeg filled my senses. She moved slightly, her hands bound to the bed head, her face masked and gagged pressed to the down filled pillow. Her body curved as she knelt with her ass in the air, legs parted, cheeks firm and round. I could take my pick, and neared the edge of the bed, the height so well judged that my erect member so easily sought its goal. Her maid-servant, herself a well rounded and pretty young woman, approached with a silver salver, on which was.