A small cottage was donated to me by the father of one of my students. It was in a quiet place outside town, private, clean, and had its own garden. I... wasn't what I was used to, but it belonged to me.I adopted the casual style of dress that was the norm in Bootleg. I wore loose, off the shoulder blouses with full, ankle length skirts and sandals -- when I wore shoes at all. Sometimes I just ran barefoot through shaded jungles and sunny beaches. I finally had the freedom I wanted.Delray and I. ?She? – the doctor would be a woman, oh my. That could be embarrassing, I will likely be aroused, but it’s 100 times better than spilling my deepest fantasies to some blue coated stiff Dr. Johnson. ?Ok, when can I stop by?? I relented.?How about this evening at 6:00?? her lilting French accent soothed any apprehension or embarrassment I had.?OK, I can make it, how much is the consultation?? I wondered aloud.?Oh it’s free, don’t worry, we are here to help you, not rip you off. Just be here. She stopped halfway down and pulled it most of the way back out of her mouth, sucking hard. She began to slowly bob her head back and forth on his pole, slurping hungrily. The skin of his shaft was coated with her saliva as she made it disappear over and over. ‘Slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp’ she sucked loudly on his cock. She took more and more of his cock each time, her lips almost making it to the base as she felt it hit her throat. John reached down and gently cupped her breast over. "I'm working with Lisa," I told her."Hang on," she said, scurrying around the cut-table and back into theoffice. I adjusted my purse strap and glanced down at my pointy toedshoes as I heard a concerned murmuring coming from the back of thestore. It was mid-afternoon, a slow period for incoming orders, and Ihoped I wouldn't have to wait too long.I was absently tapping the counter with my French-tipped nails when Jilleventually came back out from the office with my paycheck, and I pulleda pen.