Ever.”“And you never saw your husband again?”She turned to look at me out of the corner of her eye. “Yes, of course I did. He visited me once ...r twice a month. He always got me for the night ... but he never stayed for more than about an hour.”“Even recently?” I asked, surprised. “After he was remarried?”She grunted a soundless laugh. “What’s THAT got to do with anything? Yes ... of course. It’s always been that way. He came to feel superior ... to feel dominant. He came to let me know that he. I just... I wanted to know what to expect. I wanted to know what was happening to me. Daddy sang me a song, he was holding the bottle and feeding me my milk while slowly rocking me back and forth at the same time. ‘Hush little baby don’t say a word, daddy’s going to buy you a mocking bird.’ It was quite nice actually. I felt the tension slip away from my body. I was calm and relaxed and at peace. I didn’t know whether that was from some sort of medicine, or whether it was daddy’s. I crave him. ~ He slips his tongue into my depths and my back arches, my hands clasping the silk bed sheets, crying out in pleasure as he makes love to me with his mouth. I can feel his tongue sliding softly over my clit, flicking lightly before burying itself into my wet entrance . Oh dear god. He gently slips a finger inside me and presses his tongue onto me firmly, my head reels back and I cry out again, writhing on the bed as I near my peak. Only he could give me. She kept her eyes closed as Dr. Peters lightly rubbed her soft and somewhat bulging tummy with its slightly extra layers of fat, if you will. It seemed, to a degree, arouse Amanda every so often. She smiled a little. Then, out of nowhere, Dr. Peters went up closer to Amanda’s boobs, running them under them before rolling her hand over the outer area of her bra. “Do you like how this feels?” the doctor asked. Amanda smiled and nodded her head, wondering what was next. Then the doctor proceeded.