No worries you think as you make your way to the private room and dress in the paper gown. You pull out your phone and play a game as you wait ..........'m just leaving the hospital when my colleague asks me to finish his office visits. I agree but really I rather go home and "take care of business" after spending the day looking at nurses ass's all day. But once I get to the first appt I find this sexy looking woman sitting on the exam table unaware of my presence and intentions....I notice the. He determined to fight harder. He had to obey by now he knew better than to attempt any rebellion but he had to control his own feelings. He wasn't "Susana Quintana". He recalled what LaTreena had told him: "Mistuh Jose, he see dat yo' accep' what he gib yo'. Yo' like it, after a while. Yo' want to be pretty. Fo' de menfolk, so dey treat yo' good." LaTreena certainly had accepted it. But he was stronger. He'd make sure he never became the airheaded dancer he'd invented.But he still. Caroline had suggested that they should try some 'role play games' and, for the very first time, Angela had called her 'Mistress'.At first there had been little flickers of resistance but Caroline was so gently insistent that spankings soon became a regular part of their sessions together; indeed, more and more they became the entirety of their sessions together. The niggles inside Angela were put aside as, increasingly, she craved the inner peace that came as, shrugging the burdens of life. Her attention was drawn by the crack of gunfire, hugely amplified in the enclosed space. The man in the suit, now the only one still standing, had abandoned his bow and raised a large handgun, which he held in a double handed grip. Not even Arthur could dodge bullets in such close quarters. Large bloody holes appeared in the back of Arthur's suit jacket as the agent rapidly emptied his clip. If Arthur experienced any pain from these injuries, he showed no sign of it. Laughing lightly, he darted.