Once again, Amanda had nowhere to go. Fortunately for her, the owner of the rehab, Ronald, allowed her to sleep on a couch in the facility and eat wit... the other guests. In return she had to do the filing in his office every day. Ronald was a morbidly obese man in his sixties. He was a terrible manager, but he was a very shrewd opportunist. I remember giggling to myself when I saw the boss’s eyes glitter as Amanda thanked him for his generosity. To this day I wonder whether the boss-man washed. She had me lean over the table with my ass in the air. The doctor put on a latex glove and covered her finger and around my asshole with lube. The doctor told me to close my eyes and relax. The more she rubbed and began to insert her finger, I began to feel strangely turned on and my cock began to grow towards it's thick 8 inches. I heard my wife get out of her chair, and could see her trying to look at what was going on. My wife and the doctor began dialoguing about what the doctor was feeling. They were so wide Dr. Fauci dropped by to dub me a "super spreader event." My talented fingers then began strumming my emerging clit like a ukulele on Maui. Soon I was squirming as if I had an intense urge to urinate; a skill I perfected in my fetish film, 'Islands in the Yellow Stream.' Then parting my slippery petals I inserted the smooth candle deep within myself. I mentioned myths of this house being haunted for which I had an unpleasant memory. Once, about twenty years ago I laid on this. Since we were leading by five runs, I was able to smile at the waving towels and cries of "Get the hook" that came from our dugout. Out in the bullpen, two guys started throwing and waved at me when I looked that way. I got the next six in succession and even ended the game with a strike out on a really glorious let-up that ended up in the dirt. That one run nearly doubled my ERA and hurt my pride, but I was glad the team could laugh about it. That was an awfully good sign.Jim declined to go on.