' I hitched up the skirt over my hips. My skin looked white and virginal against the black stockings and suspender belt. The doctor sat up in her chai... and watched me closely. I reached between my legs and soaked my fingers. I was desperate again. Desperate for sex. I closed my eyes and tried to will myself back into the dream. But it was no good. The geometry of limbs was all wrong. Instead I concentrated on my other senses: the taste of Isobel's skin .... her mouth .... her slim, needy slit. She answered with a very smooth feminine voice and we arranged to meet for lunch. I had just enough time to whack off before leaving, I have a tendency to come too early when I’m over excited and I wanted to be prepared. I caught a cab to the restaurant and I just sat down at a table when Pooja walked in. I recognized her at once from her picture, but I didn’t know she would have such a smoking hot body. She was way better looking than I expected, I think it had to do with her height. She was. Pfft!“Four.”“Five.”“Six.”I was wondering what the punishment was going to be. Unfair, why would I be punished for telling him off about something that was none of his business anyway!“Seven.” He was slowly walking over to the drawer. The drawer with our toys. The drawer with all the wonderful things that give pain, that prolong pleasure. I felt excitement and fear run over me. My legs were trembling.“Eight.”I whispered: “No, Master”.His eyes became squinty. I couldn’t see what he was holding. "He's got an enormous cock," Mrs. Miller said while fixing her eyes on the bulge in Matt's jeans. "Excuse me," I said, pretending to be surprised. "I mean, it looks like he's really packing something in those jeans,." Susan said while trying to cover up her slip of the tongue. Susan and I were transfixed on Matt's ass as he bent down to pick up a bucket, revealing the waistband of his briefs for all to see. We heard a honk as the traffic started moving again and inched forward. "I bet he fucks.