?Very good,? the doctor commented, his fingers stretching the skin out while he examined the new marking. ?Nice and clean, no mistakes. The worst of...it is over now.?Not everything, however, as Maria was subjected to the most humiliating, intimate examination of her life. Every conceivable measurement of her body was taken next: height, weight, distance between her eyes, length of her nose and tongue, breast circumference, nipple length, length of her labia, distance from clitoris to. “It’s ok I suppose”, I lied. Bruce took me to the living room, and shut the door behind her. She sat next to me and put her hand on my knee. “I’ve had quite a few older men, but they were not very sensual or considerate, which is why I divorced Bruce’s dad. I haven’t had a man for a long time. She glared at me. I became very aroused by her comments and my manhood started to grow. She continued, “I must say I do love a nice hard cock. I need a male thrust in my pussy at least a couple of. ‘Oh tights! Whatever would we do without our luxury tights?’ I wiggled and swayed in my heels, as the light drew out the tinge on the back of my leotard. I smoothed my hands down the sides of my leotard. ‘Still, we’re in our leotards, darling. And I love squeezing into my leotard especially for you. Oh I do, my darling! Please call me, Polly, my pantyhose master!’The boss smiled and said that he loved the feeling of Lycra against his cock and tights on his legs. He said that the best thing. I gave up the life and he supported me in the style to which I had become accustomed. We lived happily ever after.End of story? Oh, no; not by a long shot.By chance, one of our neighbors was Doctor Green. He knew nothing of my history, nor that of Jack. For all he knew, for all that any of our neighbors and fellow golf-clubbers knew about us, we could have been there under the Witness Protection Program or newly retired gazillionaires just living off of clipping coupons.AUTHOR'S NOTE: Call your.