Next I took off his jacket and pants. I could see his boner through his boxers and I decided to flick it for some reason. "What was that?" Just making...sure, you're ready."Next his shirt came off and now he was just wearing his boxers. I sat up on my knees and undid my bra. His boner started to pulsate and I laid back down on top of him. He went to kiss me on the lips but I moved away, I was not ready to kiss a dude yet. "No kissing and no blow jobs, strictly fucking." Fine with me."I tore off. "Hello doctor, I thought you might need to examine me." She said in a very low husky voice. I replied, my voice seeming as though it was coming from a distance, and no longer part of me. "I will have to check your notes, but I don't think that it will be necessary."I looked at the notes carefully, but the writing was hazy, making it hard to read. All the time, I was conscious of her eyes on me and the subtle aroma of her perfume pervading the room and addling my mind and whittling away my self. And it struck me as strange the way she asked him to undress. I didn't turn it off, and watched him proceed. I thought about fast forwarding. "Aren't you going to join me?" the guy said."I like to watch you undress," she said. It sounded so lewd, and I couldn't recall a time when she'd taken any similar attitude with me. Something about that bothered me, as if she were in some manner holding back with me. I remember feeling a little guilty about setting myself up for such thoughts. But I. One time it looked like he was forcefully fucking the pillow. Screaming angrily out loud, “Don’t say No!, you fuckin’ whore! Don’t you deny me your wet fuck hole! Don’t you dare fight me off. Don’t you dare, you lil cock tease!” Every time I would see him fucking his imaginary Carla. Smelling my perfume or my body aroma on my sheet. He’d grunt and cum. Big loads of cum coating my brand new pillows. Each time my horny Stepfather would fuck my bed pretending he was fucking me. I would see and.