White’s. Screwing up all her courage, she walked up, mounted the steps and pushed the bell. He opened the door and his eyes bugged out of his head...as he about dropped the glass he held in his hand. He stammered, “Uh…uh, aren’t you Angie Morgan?”“Yes I am, Dr. White. Or may I call you Ben?” she asked. “Don’t be mad at me but I swiped your number from my mom’s phone and I really need to talk to you.”“OK,” he gulped, “Come on in.” After we were seated on the only furniture, a couch, in the. This was not a volentary action as we all just exploded into the pans .we were then led to a shower area where we hade to have a deep colonic and then shower.we were then led into a big room with a bar and seating and in the middle a series of low tables with ring on each corner .we were all told to pick a table and kneel on it .some people came and secured our wrists and legs with straps and then left .i looked along the line and saw a lady crying and saying"i didnt want to come here but my. We agreed that my hair should be left down in the back, as that was my sexiest look, but that we would gather some of the front portion and clasp it in the back, for a bit more casual, daytime look. She left a couple of tendrils falling in the front to sort of frame my face. During the whole time she was putting me together, I sat on the stool with my legs crossed, and the robe parted with my thighs and panties exposed. She constantly fluttered and moved around me with her body and sexy. Ben was done with my controlled, slow fucking. Squeezing my body against his chest, he began rocking me on his lap while slamming his cock right up my pussy. I had no choice but to ride him hard. Soon, my thighs were aching, taut and tired from the strain. Again and again, he lanced his thick piece of meat into my cunt, making my whole body quiver with each plunge.Frantically, I pulled off my top, offering him the tender flesh of my breasts. Ben's gaze filled with lust and I winced as he bit my.