’ I did some mental arithmetic. ‘We have fifteen months, and the clock is ticking. Am I right?’ She nodded, looking hopeful. I focused on her fa...e and thought. ‘Clearance from your doctor?’ She reached into her purse and pulled out a note, from a Dr Feldmann. It was a general statement of her youth, health, and ability to withstand exercise. I pondered again. ‘Okay, let’s sign you up.’ Her eyes grew large again. ‘I’ll have to come back tomorrow, with my Dad. He’s paying, and all…’ ‘Emma,’ I. So every six months I go to my doctor.if you read my previous story, you know, that whenever he fisting my pussy and ass to control the elasticity of my holes.My doctor, I think about 60 years, he has gray hair, it's big, I think it must weigh at least 120 kg.before going to see my doctor, I carefully shaved my pussy and my ass, and I dress with a little dress and panties.as I arrive in his office, his secretary, checks will I have appointments and make me sit in the waiting room.After a while,. It was easy to see where his gaze was directed. He was staring intently at her partially open knees and she was certain he had a bird’s eye view of her uncovered pussy and anal openings because the only clean pair of panties she had left were the Valentine’s gift of crotch-less panties given to her by the gang at work that liked to tease her about her sometimes not wearing any panties at all.The two strange men on both sides were in contact with her thighs all the way from her bare knees to her. A gym trainer took one look and kept going. They ignored me, which says all that is necessary about the quality of the establishment. Sheila did some stretching, then began something resembling martial arts katas. It was mesmerizing. I tended to stop my own workout to watch. Eventually, I moved from the elliptical machine to the weights, so I would not be distracted. After about half an hour, I was told the gym would close in thirty minutes, so I threw in the towel. That was when I made the.