Ross was a GP - general practitioner - in a small medical clinic in a small village in the south of England. He was a married man in his late forties...with black hair and a trim physique. He looked good for a man almost hitting fifty; even his female patients thought so too. Although he loved his wife, he was having it away with his sexy new secretary. One rainy afternoon while the surgery was quiet, Dr. Ross stepped out of his office and saw his mistress looking bored behind the reception desk. I narrowed it down to three. She was one. I kept wondering if I just liked her or would she make a good intern. The more I thought it just had to be her. It was mid afternoon the same day when I called her and said I wanted to talk to her again another day.She said " I am still in the area. Do you want to see me now."I was impressed at her eagerness so I said yes. She was back within the hour.She was looking nervous so I just said " how would like to work for me?"She smiled a beautiful smile. Stanwyck knew it.Just then the kitchen doorbell rang. JoAnne got up to answer the door. Afriend of hers, female, formerly male, formerly an inmate, now named Joycewho had taken the option of staying single, not wanting to be a "spermbank" for any man. Joyce had stayed on permanently and had taken a jobindoctrinating new and returning inmates. "Hi Joyce. Come in. Ms.Stanwyck was nearly finished," JoAnne said with a smile as Joyce swirledin. She didn't look quite as feminine as JoAnne but. At the same time she felt his hands sliding smoothly up the back of her thighs—still invisible to the audience, she thought—until they reached her buttocks, fondling and molding them through her panties. She allowed her head to fall back, her breath coming in gasps, letting the audience know everything. She felt him trying to slip a hand between her thighs and spread her legs apart, allowing him to cup and squeeze her sex. She began to make little whimpering cries, not caring if the people.