Why was he laying the wrong way on the lounge and why were his arms fastened to the legs of the lounge and why were his legs where his head should be,...and finally, why was he naked?Judith Crane stood behind him just out of his line of vision. She studied her patient, admiring his lean physique and his still flaccid cock. She knew that this was an unorthodox form of treatment, and she could loose her medical license if he ever initiated a complaint against her; but he had to realize what he was. He lifted her dress over her rump, baring her butt the cool evening air and then used the tactic that had worked before; he nipped her into submission.Susan sobbed as she grabbed her panties and pulled them down. She didn’t stop until she was free of them and was once more in position to be mounted. “Get it over with you bastard. You’re just another mutt I owe a horrible death to.” She hissed. “And I definitely know where you live. I…”Her threats were cut short by the huge animal’s tongue as it. I don’t think Sam realized what I was doing. After a while, I broke our kiss and said in the high-voice, “I’m sorry Sam. I’m not being a very good girlfriend.” I took hold of his shirt and said, “You’re still not naked.” I started lifting it again and instantly he raised his arms over his head, reaching for the ceiling. I pushed it up again, as far as I could as before, then I took a step backward and, with one hand on his shirt and the other on his bared shoulder, I stepped-up on my. "Close your mouth, you silly girl! Do you want him to think you are a damn fool?" Hilda barked. They got out of the car and walked up to the front door. Hilda ran the doorbell and presently a very pretty young woman, about twenty-four years old, opened the door."Can I help you?" she asked Hilda."Yes, we are here to see Mr. Johnson," Hilda said flatly."Of course. Right this way please; he is in his office right now. I will announce you," the woman said.She led Hilda and Bella through the house.