"I forgot my wallet," he told and walk in.He saw me, dressed in only female underwear."My, my what an interesting case we have here" he said."How do y...u mean?" I asked, not aware that I kept showing him my underwear."That what you are wearing, it is not typical male. I am a psychiatrist andinterested in your motives to wear this attire."Somehow he mad me feel confident and we sat against eachother and I startedtelling. I had grapped my shirt and put it back on, but I kept sitting inmy panties. He quickly scoured the floor once more and noticed a small white purse lying next to bed. He opened it up, and inside found enough money for a cab, and much to his relief, his front door keys. He crept out of the room, finally able to relax as he marched off down the road.2 months later ??.George was back in the Dog and Duck with his two friends, never having mentioned the events of their last meeting. ?I tell you what guys,? said Paul, ?I hope I get as lucky as I did last time we went to The. Like this one, he thought, looking at one of the applications. Hmm, Shellie Wright, twenty-four years of age, married, auburn hair, green eyes, five foot six, hundred and twenty-five; husband found to be sterile; wants a baby, not by artificial means but by natural; income—sufficient; health—both psychological and physical—good.Yes, I think I need to check this one out, he thought.Shellie Wright sat in the waiting room of the Masters Fertility and Reproductive Center. She was sure of what she. Then a rubber lubed finger slides into my ass! My mind starts reeling again! Are they going to take turns fucking me? Naw, I'm not that lucky! Then 2 then 3 fingers are probing my asshole. I feel my cock getting hard! I don't know how, from all the abuse my balls just got! Then a condom is put on my cock. I think, they're going to let me cum??Then I feel the head of what I believe is a butt plug, but WHAT SIZE??? But it really doesn't matter at this point. Now, they're pushing it in. I know.