“Did it get you hard?” asked the doctor, as he reached down and took my husband’s penis in his hand.“Yes, immediately. And I am still hard. Bu..., it isn’t a sexual thing – more of a power trip. Molly was a naughty girl. She put your cock in her mouth without asking. She needed to be punished and I felt good doing it.”“Interesting,” said Don as he continued to handle my husband’s erection. “Rodney, can Molly remove her clothes now? I would like to be able to see her gorgeous body on display for. Mr. Costa is waiting in one of the private suites.”Ken, more than a little surprised, followed her down a short hallway to a rich set wooden doors. When she opened it, Ken saw Costa sitting at a very nice table, one large enough to seat at least ten people, with a pile of paperwork to one side and a laptop in front of him.“Ken,” he said, getting up and greeting the other man with a strong handshake and an arm around the shoulder. “Great to see you. What would you like to drink?”“Iced tea would. Mexican girl, don't leave me aloneI got a heart as big as a stoneAnd i need you, believe me, to be here and love me tonightMexican girl, i want you to stayYou know my heart is longing to sayThat as long as i live i will always remember the one that i calledMy mexican girlHer skin was soft as the velvet sky and her hair it shone in the moonlightAnd as the music did play, well the night turned to day, and i held her tight.then she looked at me with her dark brown eyes, and she whispered hasta la. "Oh, hello," she saidwith a smile. "I wasn't expecting you until six o'clock." I started toapologise. "Oh, no problem at all," she said. "I'll get you a drink rightaway." She went into the kitchen. My eyes turned to what I had spotted assoon as I walked in. A pile of freshly ironed knickers. Not thongs orcotton panties. What I suppose you would call old-fashioned styleknickers in various shades of silky nylon, undies that would cover yourbottom and bits from top of thigh to waist, some with.