“Have you flown an aircraft before flyboy?” she asked, her back towards me as she drew the tail fin.“No, not really,” I replied, “I had a co...ple of air experience flights in a Chipmunk while I was at school but apart from that no.”“Right, then we’ll start with the basics.” She continued, “can you tell me the four forces that act on an aircraft in flight?”“Would that be thrust, drag, weight, and lift, Miss Moore?” I asked with a broad smile on my face.Katy turned to me and smiled, “My, we are. I'm a dancer, which is short for 'exotic dancer', which is a ridiculous name for strippers that is meant to make us feel less slutty for doing what we do. I get told several times a night how hot and sexy I am, and I know that I'm not ugly and that I have a good body. I'm very thin and very petite- I can thank my Vietnamese mother for that, and I know that my 'look' is one that lots of men fantasize about. But when I first saw Ashley, working out in the gym that I just joined, I was instantly. “She’s perfect, what’s wrong?”The doctor hesitated.“Actually, she’s not perfect. Look at her thumbs and limbs. They’re not normal.”“Just what does that mean?” I asked, maybe more heatedly than I intended.“Well, early indications are that Margaret may have a rare genetic disorder,” she said. “If further results confirm the diagnosis, I’m afraid the prognosis is grim.”“Doctor, you keep dancing around the issue. Just what are we looking at here?”The doctor sighed and looked down at her feet,. Once the vibe was on her clit, she pushed back down on my cock again. I was in total heaven. Shelly worked my cock like this, slowly at first but each time she slide down my cock a little faster. I knew there was no way I was going to last. I could feel my climax starting to build. Finally there was no holding back. “I’m going to cum. Shelly I am going to CUM!!!” I cried. Shelly was pumping my cock into her as fast as she could ride. She started to moan even louder than I exclaiming she was.