I had a name. Why should he give me a name? But his answer startled me. “Les.” That was short for my name, Lesley. Of course, he knew. A wave of g...atitude swept over me, made my legs tremble again.The doctor nodded, reached for a big syringe. “Let her lie down and hold her. They usually struggle a bit.”My owner laughed, a short barking laugh. His big hands pressed me down. My legs gave way and I couched on the table. He pressed my shoulders down, held me firmly in place. There was no point in. At hospital while helping her so many times our body touched together,i took her to x-ray room,x-ray tech asked to lay on x-ray table,& went to attend some ward patient, told to let her on table.one incident happened while assisting to getup her on x-ray table i supported her from back side,i put my hand on her waist and just lifted her to climb on table,oh my god her big buttocks were rubbing on my tool which was little hard by the time,she also felt the hardness of my tool on her buttocks,i. “Yes!” she whimpered. “Oh yes! Fuck me with your tongue!” The dildo withdrew. My arms were pulled outwards. My legs too. I felt cold metal being fastened around my wrists and ankles, and realised dimly that I was being handcuffed to the bed. I didn’t care. I felt a hand begin to stroke my almost painfully hard dick. It was soon followed by a hot, wet mouth. “Very good, pervert,” said Janice, her voice sounding distant with Ellie’s sweating thighs pressed around my head. Lisa sucked my dick. I do not want people to stare! And, I do not want my hair styled pert. I do not like that, Bert-in-Skirt. Pantyhose! Pantyhose! Pantyhose! Pantyhose!Could you, would you wear pantyhose? No pantyhose. No panties pink. No lacy bra -- Bert you stink! I would not wear what's in that box. I would not wear schoolgirl knee socks. I would not wear a girly blouse, Especially not "around the house!" I would not like a dress to wear. I would not do this anywhere! I do not want my hair styled.