She is from Nagpur. We had a nice conversation and post our interview we exchanged numbers. Initially, we used to talk mostly on a formal level. I joi...ed My MBA College. Being a part of placement committee I got too busy and we lost our touch. After my first mod when I got settled a bit we again resumed our conversations. Meanwhile, she was posted in Mumbai but again went to Nagpur. I was sad that I couldn’t meet her.We started chatting on WhatsApp then I started calling her. Slowly we were so. . . under you. . . for a little over a year,” I tell her, concentrating on the innuendo, and sensing her body becoming more receptive to me. Am I becoming a succubus? Is there such a thing as a male succubus? I’ll have to look that up later.I notice her eyes dilating as she contemplates me, tapping her finger on my wallet. “That still doesn’t excuse your behavior in there.”Turning my back on my boss, I go and lock the door, then crank up my concentration on Sheila. “I think I know what this is. This was the pattern for thenext few days. I was healing quite well and I was pleased overall, butstill could not totally accept my large breasts, puffy lips, and higharching brows. I couldn't see how I could look masculine with thesechanges. I was to see Dr. Morris in his office soon and wanted to talkwith him about these changes.The nurse had told me I was to see Dr. Morris that afternoon andsuggested I take a nice bath and even have an enema that morning. Iwondered about the enema, but she. Thrusting herself hard on sherie.lunging in jagged motions. Entering sherie over and over. In flaming desire. Her orgasm now boiling deep in her neice. Fingering her slowly. Finger fuck. Toungue lashing.the orgasm went like a shower in waves over sherie. Shierie wimpered, a tear .thrusting herself harder on sheries clint. Rough she rode her to orgasm. Cries of delight from Cassie.circling sheries inner wall with her toungue,and fingers. Twisting back and forth. Swiveling herself up her neices.