When I get home tonight,we have alot to talk about.I want you to put my clothes, back in your closet,leave on the nail polish,shower and wait for me t... get home.Oh-and by the way,don't look for your camera.I have it here and have downloaded all you sick pictures on my computer.See you when I get home slut.The time d**g,I could not get any work done,waiting to see what Pam had in store for me when she got home.The time finally came,Pam walked through the door.I jumped up and went to her,she. Then we went to kitchen and made some pasta for dinner….we ate pasta and drinks…He said “I don’t like to drink quite …but some time I do drink…but now with you if you like I can drink with you..”I was happy and gave him strong type of liquor and lots of wine…he happily took it..then we went to living room and watched some movies. After that he was getting sleepy and I think he was drunk also …so I carry him to bed room …. and laid him and I also took my clothes and getting nude myself as he is. I breathed hot air onto his face and ears and rubbed his cheeks with my palms.'It's nice to see, I still have the same effect on you, as when we first met,' he smiled when I gave him a chance to breath. I failed to understand this chemistry myself. He was unmistakenably not the hottest guy I've ever dated. He was barely average. But there was something in him, I couldn't get enough of. He made my heart race and my pussy dampen like no other man before.'Just trying to warm you up,' I said. " Don't bother; I'll be at the hospital."I parked in a Visitor space and was greeted by the receptionist with a prepared "guest" badge. I was "Dr. Gordon Hollister." A young man with over-long hair in a too-tight jacket greeted me and offered a damp, limp hand. He led me to an elevator and pushed the top button. "Up with the big boys," he said. I didn't bother to say anything. He led me down a hallway to a double door, knocked and said: "Here he is," when it opened. There were large windows, a.