. do that thing for me? Again?"I let out a sigh and look at my watch. I really don't have time for this sort of thing. I've got like twenty patients t... see.None the less I turn around to lock the office door behind me as Shannon bounces up and down happy as a clam, practically skipping to my desk and sitting in my chair.I just don't have time for this!I walk up to her and huff impatiently for her to move. Such a dumb bimbo if I ever saw one! Like the airhead nursey she is, she profusely. Then she held her away and said, "Karen, would you like to have a suite of your own with Brian? One like this? However, if we arrange it, you must promise me to kick him out of bed if he can't perform better than he has. It's called incentive: If he's good, he can sleep with you beside him in the bed. If he's not, he sleeps on the cold floor. What do you think?"Karen giggled at the thought of Brian sleeping on the cold floor. Then she said, "But Mrs. Clifford, that would be cruel!"Ali said,. My fingers continued to thrust in and out of her. She moved her hand down my wet body, gripping my cock. She started to slide her small hand up and down my large shaft. "Mmmm," I whispered in her ear. "Do you like my cock, slave?" "Ohhhh yes!" she whispered back, stroking me faster. "Then, how about you get a closer look." I put my hands on her shoulders, guiding her down to her knees. She took my cock into her mouth as water sprayed down onto her face. Her mouth felt wonderful, working its way. Be happy you're getting out of here, Victoria."Tori was going to say something but her eyes caught a huge tattoo on her mom's arm and shoulder. "Holy cow, mom… does dad know you have a tattoo?" Who?" she stared back at her fake daughter. "Oh, you mean James? I don't see how it's any of his business… and I'm pretty sure that guy knows nothing about women." You know tattoos are just another way that society objectifies women-" Quit being an activist cunt, Daniella. Not everything is some big.