He would check my teeth with his mirror in one hand, and with his othe hand, he would rub softly on my inner thighs and would on occasion he’d pump ...nto my undies and would rub upward pressing softly a crease into my panties that ran the length of my vagina. I never once thought this was wrong and never questioned any of it. After each checkup he would ask me how I felt, was I ok? Was I uncomfortable with him checking me? I answered the same each time with “No Sir” he would smile and I’d get. My thirty seventh birthday was still several weeks away, so I didn’t press Mistress for what I wanted; I just waited to see if permission was forthcoming on the night, or close to it. Permission duly arrived on the Saturday before my birthday, as Mistress handed me a new outfit, as she put it, “for pulling in!” Looking at the outfit that Mistress had provided, I could see that it was expensive, but I knew that it would make me look cheap. That was probably what Mistress wanted, though, and. Erica recommended him. Her flashing teeth convinced me.Dentists are money machines. They also are the inventors of the Great White American Smile. But there is one other thing they never get enough credit for — they are the reason why many people get in touch with magazines they would otherwise never read. Glossy magazines for interior decorating. National Geographics. And of course — society gossip.This particular dentist seemed to have stacks of the latter, and not even ancient ones. I took. I couldn’t resist and pulled her closer to me by the belly as I started kissing her. Her lips tasted like strawberry and cherries yet no traces of lipstick were to be found.I pressed myself onto her; the erection in my pants was touching her tummy, while we were making out vigorously. I was engrossed enough to lift her up by her thighs and started kissing her. She reciprocated and the exchange of our saliva increased the sexual tension between us. I was kissing her cheeks, her neck while she.