That day, Ritu had, for the first and last time, worn a black shirt, and a skirt. The skirt had a slit right up to her thighs. With the result that wh...never she crossed her legs, the slit would expose her naked thighs. The first time I caught a glimpse, I caught my breath. Her thigh was full, fair, and absolutely lick able. I brought her to me. She leaned forward and hugged me, still sitting. Her face was now on my crotch. I could feel her hot breath blowing gently across my thighs. I couldn’t. She came in a shudder and immediately went to a face fuck that took me over the hill and sucked me dry. Just as yesterday I could imagine the cum everywhere, today there was no giggle. We relaxed, she stood up. Anna asked if I wanted my blind fold off as she removed it. That’s the surprise as I looked up there stood Anna in her robe next to my Dads wife, Barbara. Barb as I now call her had cum everywhere, face tits, lips. I was stunned, torn between all the social taboos, a sense of betrayal. ‘I’m going to give you a handkerchief with some of this oil on it, Karen, and from time to time I would like you place it over your nose and take 5 breaths, inhaling deeply and slowly each time. It will help you to relax more if you also close your eyes as we talk.’ The doctor had moved over to the couch by the time he had finished speaking and he handed Karen a white, silken handkerchief, which she cradled in her hands. She was beginning to regret wearing a skirt today because it was hard to. ” She changed the subject, “How are you’re scratches?”I look down at my side and responded. “The red is gone and they have scabbed nicely. There’re only a couple of scratches that went deep enough to even have a scab.”Angel said. “You won’t have to worry about that happening tonight.” She said, pouring herself another cup of the hot beverage, she motioned with the pot to fill mine, but I declined.“What do you mean?”“The trainer puts little soft leather boots on the dog so they don’t scratch.