.. then she slid down, her dangling breasts brushing their way down my back, then over my ass, where she pressed them against my buttocks, then slid b...tween my legs.She split my legs apart and I felt her face move between my cheeks, and her hot tongue flick against my asshole. She did that for a moment and then I felt a finger slide in, ripping its way inside me, pain and pleasure, shock and desire all at once. She began to slide the finger in and out as she moved up a bit, her big tits rolling. But much of this was still in the future as I entered the consulting room for my first examination by the surgeon, Doctor Ramaz who, it has to be said, was typical of his breed - middle-aged, balding, spectacled, superior attitude and all. After shaking my hand, he went on to point to a large television screen placed in one of the walls on while I could plainly see the face of my employer. "Mr Foster wishes to observe both our consultations and the actual operation, Ms Smith. I take it that you. After a while, she slowly kept one leg on the cot. She didn’t adjust her lehnga or saree, so they were hanging loosely around her navel. I could see her all her thighs, I slowly raised my head a bit. That was really the best exciting moment of my life. I saw her hairy pussy. It was little black but beautiful. I was afraid to give a look on her face. She was probably smiling looking at me.My bad, all this while she was trying to seduce me but I didn’t realize it. Even after that point, I was. ”“Amy.” I downcast my eyes. I heard him fuck Kim. He’s too dominating. I never seen Derek like that. “Okay.”“Good. Describe the masturbating you had Amy.”“I-I pinched my left nipple.” He buttoned my shirt, taking the shirt off. He was amaze about my breasts. His right hand pinch my nipple as I moan a bit. “Like this?"“Yes.” I moaned.“What else?” I hesitated for a moment, but gain myself. “I-I then touch my right breast, bouncing it up and down.” He used his other hand. Bouncing my breast up and.