He prescribed a pain medication that my father picked up that night. But I was already sleeping so my mother didnt wake me. Elizabeth called me Sunday...afternoon to see how I was doing and she was very relieved that I had gone to the doctor. I spoke with her quite a while and told her about the doctors visit and she listened intently. She was sorry I had to have the pelvic exam and I told her it was more humiliating then painful. She then changed the subject and we talked about her dog getting. Burly, hairy, slim, fit, young, old. Have your pick. Some were over 6 feet. I wandered around for quite some time.They had a series of concrete huts with verandas, over which they sat and sold their fish. As I was coming to the end of the line, there was a 6-foot man of about 50 odd years. His chest was filled with hair which gradually thinned over his abs. But he was a very burly man.Any man would think twice before fighting that guy. He looked like a miniature black hulk. I was very stunned. I was so hungry for her. She pulled my hood back and started to suck my clit. She knew exactly what to do. My legs were becoming weak. I was so close to cumming. She sucked harder, her fingers pushing deeper into my velvet tunnel. My muscles began to contract, I was close, and she knew it. She sucked even harder on my clit, fingers working in my cunt. With her free hand, she fondled my breasts, kneading them, pinching and pulling on my nipples until I couldn't take any more. I exploded on her. Do you trust me, Maggie?’ That was the moment when Margaret Jane Westbrook knew it was all over. She knew she couldn’t look away from Burke’s cold, gray eyes. She knew that hypnotizing someone over and over didn’t help them build resistance. She knew that people like Burke described would never have let him live this long if he was a real independent. She knew that she was losing track of her surroundings, she knew that she was so damned horny she would do anything to cum, she knew that despite.