One day -and I already knew that her mother was diabetic, and suffered an old stroke, that rendered her completely bedridden- she asked me with a huge...embarrassment if I could have a look on her mother as she had a gluteal abscess. (That is a localized inflammation, with pus collection, in one of her buttocks)."Dr. Moro, I am so sorry to ask you this favor, but you're my closest doctor all through."She told me in really embarrassed tone."It's a pleasure, Mrs. Deena."I replied politely.I used to. Jenny stopped them in front of Venus Lingerie. The female mannequins wore several different bras and panty sets. The floor displayed other bra and panty sets that seemed see-thru.“We want to model some sexy lingerie for you Daddy to make your cock grow and peek out,” she smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek.“Maybe we’ll find a way to make you cum, Daddy,” Hanna added, kissing the other cheek.They entered the soft, romantic looking atmosphere of the interior and began looking around. The girls. Unfortunately, the weekend was short-booked and there were no babysitters available to fill the Pleasure family needs on short notice.They had two small children and they were old enough to not be much trouble and young enough to follow instructions from a babysitter without question.Mister Pleasure was about ten years older than the twenty-three year old Marie and he tended to appreciate the common sense of a well-run and orderly household. Marie was still young enough to be searching for that. According to the sex books she’d read with her girlfriends, men wanted to **** a girl right away. They wanted to push their wet cocks in all her fuck-holes and shoot lots of cum into her. Why were these men standing over her with huge hard-ons? “Please,” she begged as the two men ran their hot eyes up and down her lovely naked body. “I-I don’t understand. What are you going to do to me?” A shiver ran through her and made her twitch on the bed. “What are.