I really, really hate her. I feel like I have to keep reminding myself of that because she’s stood in front of me, smirking. I guess she’s pretty,...objectively. Not my type even if women were my type. But she’s skinny and blonde and has eyebrows to die for. I’m hesitating and you can tell. Your rough hand skims over my upraised ass, ever so gently. It’s unusual for you to touch me so softly. “Open up,” you say again, and while your tone is gentle, it’s every inch an order. My mouth is the only. I plan on keeping myself otherwise occupied for a while," then sat on the couch, lifted up his legs, and grabbed them behind the thighs, exposing them and his ass to the world. Jamie, still stroking her cock, got on her knees on the floor between his legs. She held her cock with one hand, pressing it to his asshole, and reached around with her other hand to stroke his massive mammories. As she pushed into his little hole, she gently fondled his tits and asked, "Do you like this?" "Oh, better. I couldn't help but slowly spread my legs apart giving her more access. I could feel that the wetness from my pussy had made its way to the massage table. There was no hiding how she was making me feel.When Kim climbed onto the table and I felt her breast begin sliding up and down my back. I knew without any doubt there was no way I would be capable of resisting anything she wanted to do to me. I felt the warmth leave my back when Kim slid off the table and stood next to me. Kim grabbed my hand. “I’ll make an appointment for you, then,” she said, “But I’ll give you fair warning that my sister likes things rough, in all respects. If you show any signs of weakness, she will take advantage of you and leave you very disappointed, if you get my drift.” “I think I understand,” I replied, “Thank you for the warning and advice.” A few days later I found myself alone in Dr. Green’s waiting room late in the afternoon. I had read all the magazines when the receptionist came into the room,.