.’ ‘Yes, I do know that,’ she interjected, her hand still clamped over mine. Only the flimsy satin nightie separated us. ‘But getting angry an... raising your voice to me won’t help. And, yes, I know how patient you’ve been. But, I’m sorry, Richard, I’m just not . . . well, I just don’t feel up to it yet.’ ‘Yet? Good God, Veronica, how much time do you need?’ My pent up emotions, all the months of frustrating denials, had to be released. And this was the moment. I swiftly withdrew my hand and. Then he made some adjustments to it and I could feel my vagina being opened. He said I should tell him if it started feeling uncomfortable, so I did. Then he must have done the probe, because, although I didn't see him insert anything, I could feel something stroking my vaginal wall and pushing on the end of it. He also pushed up on my vagina and that felt really good. I'd never had that feeling before.He kept up the vaginal exam for quite a while, and I got to really enjoying it. My clit. ”+++++So the following Monday when my wife came home, Robin told her all about our son’s day and then she went home, as usual.I had called my wife earlier and told her that I had an evening meeting with my production staff.When I knocked on Robin’s door, she let me in. A big bulldog followed her with his tail wagging. She called him Gus and then she patted his head as he jumped up on her to lick her face.She pushed Gus down but the dog was insistent and his nose came up under her skirt and. Stepping inside the well-managed room and taking a seat on the blanketed floor, Rayner stated the reason for his visit. “Madam Grace wanted me to ask you if you could convince the refugee women to stop selling themselves. We know you disapprove.” Tessa was nodding in agreement. “And because of your position as representative of the caravan’s refugees, you could step in and—I don’t know, preach to them or something.”“I would hate to do that woman a favor but I do owe her for letting me stay at.