Mr Brook sat down me and started to expertly apply make up. After 30 minutes I did not recognise myself. I long blonde wig was applied,. He then fetch...d a small white bra and lacy white panties. I loved how they felt as he put them on and I felt my cock harden. He smiled and kissed it sending a thrill thorough my body. Then came white suspender belt and stockings. Finally, he slipped a white lace dress on my body which skimmed my thighs and made me put on white high heels. I teetered on them. I don’t know how long it was before a doctor came into the room, checking on the other patient first before approaching me.“How are you feeling now, Mr. Richter,” he asked, putting a cold stethoscope chestpiece on me.“Dizzy when I move. Still some pain in my head. I can’t feel my leg at all. I had to look to make sure it was still there.”That brought a chuckle from him. “I’m Doctor Szmanski. We’ve x-rayed your knee and to be honest, the damage is considerable. We’ve scheduled you for surgery. I was with both providing finger and oral play and fucking them regularly. We tried different toys and scenarios to help them move toward a climactic interlude, but each just fizzled out at the end of each session.They swore they were enjoying the play, but we could tell deep down they were still so frustrated in what was not happening.Both had strongly insisted that they were heterosexual and had felt passionate connections with their partners. Many of whom did seem to display excellent. In fact, I want an excuse to get the larger hall and fill it.Stationing Sarah at the registration desk I tell her to just stand there and look pretty. She definitely does not look happy. I don’t care...lots of men are already smiling and crowding around to register.My flip chart today calls the talk “How to save the street girl.” I made the name up on the way over. Men are looking at the title, looking at Sarah, grinning and signing up. Sarah looks very uncomfortable. Too bad.As registrations.