..in heat'. I had no idea what it meant. New status was coming in. 'Investigating potential bitch'. 'What the hell does this mean? What and where the ...itch is?' I asked in my mind.I got no answers to my questions when dogs were on me again. And this time they were on me like they meant the business. The dog A attacked my chest with new vigor. My hardened nipples still pushing against the moist fabric were easy target for him to aim. His tongue worked magic on my new boobs. But this time the dog. The accompanying text said: "I am most grateful to a very special man in my life. He introduced me to the wonderful world of masturbation and orgasm. He's never touched me. He's never even seen my pussy. But he's opened up a whole new vista of pleasure. I never knew what sexual ecstasy was until he pointed me in the right direction. His theory of women showed me that I am entitled to pleasure, entitled to orgasm. And that's what I've been doing for the past 2 weeks, masturbating and cumming.. Even with my limited medical experience, I already knew that doctors love to poke and prod. "Great muscle tone. Even better than mine."He made me arm wrestle with him. Not exactly like that, but he pulled my arm around and made me resist and pull back."Have you been exercising it?"#4: #4: I looked down at Prof's legs, but they were hidden under the bubbles.Prof saw me looking, and said to me, "You look puzzled, Mark. I guess Julia's never told you?"She'd never told me anything about Prof's. ” You said, as you noticed the discontented look on my face. My smile returned, “Ok, deal. We’ll do it just after I take a nap.” I said, lying down on the couch, yawning. “Nap?” You asked, crawling on the couch beside me, “It’s only 9:00, how can you be tired?” “Oh, I don’t know, I mean, I guess being woken up at 3:30 this morning by this incredibly sexy man dressed only in a Santa hat has nothing to do with it, huh?” I asked, looking into your beautiful brown eyes. “What? Are you kidding me.