“That’s it, Mrs. Fisher, cover that mouth of yours before you draw the attention of every nurse and patient in this office. We wouldn’t want th...m to know that you were getting fucked by your doctor, would we?” he asked.Dr. Ryan reached up grabbed both of my nipples with his hand, pulled them and twisted them as he kept fucking away. Then he took his left hand and slid it down to my panties and began rubbing my little package as he continued to twist and pull my nipple while he fucked me good. However, that changed dramatically one Saturday when I dropped by to finish up a few quick things and went in wearing jeans.Now, I always wear a dress or skirt during the week. Ben, one of the guys I have stripped for but not fucked, immediately got on my case about it."Shit, Angie, what's this with jeans? Hardly professional." Ben, it's Saturday, big deal." It's a day we're open for business. We see clients here and you come in looking like the fucking cleaning lady." Well, if you don't like. This reminded me distinctively of the time I had my two other lovelies wash me the previous day. I wondered if the girls had been talking.The contact was having its effect on Aimee. Her nipples were once again hard. I yearned to touch them, but wanted Aimee to go at her own pace.She moved her face toward my left ear. "Jim... can we... now?" You can... whenever, Aimee," I said. "You'll find that I'm hard enough." How do you want me?" she asked."Why don't we put you on top?" I suggested. "I'm. Brittany and Matt are on their way to South America. I came as I was told." Yes, of course you did. But then you had no choice," smiled the blonde. "You have done what I wanted, but only reluctantly. I don't want that Veronica. What I want is for you to live to please me. I want you to crawl at my feet and beg. You see, Veronica, I'm no longer interested in you simply as a lover. I've decided to make you my slave."Veronica's frightened eyes swept over the other two figures then back to.