"I recognized the Chief of Staff – he's kind of distinctive, with that van Dyke of his. So the other is the nation's chief tax collector? That was a... even bigger meeting than I thought, and when I saw ol' Smitty in there, I was already prepared to bolt for Blairsville." He sighed. "Maybe I'm gettin' a mite old for this sort of thing."And on into the night, the deliberations continued. Again and again the names "Tanya Shiell" and "Candy Canyon" came up.The next day, Uncle Charlie and Francine. We went inside and sat in front of the doctor’s table. The doctor’s name was Dr. Sharma. Dr. Sharma was in his mid-40s, well-built with a mustache.When my mom explained the problem to the doctor, he asked a few basic questions about her health, and next, he asked her to sit on the examination table so that he can run some tests.My mom was looking very sexy. She was wearing leggings and a top, her curves were clearly visible. Dr. Sharma took his stethoscope and directly placed it on her boobs. . We didn’t talk to them at the time, but we took note of them. After a few hours at the pool we went back to the room for an afternoon siesta - we are in Mexico after all! During the love making that accompanied the siesta, in a moment of passion and horniness, I told her that I was ready to watch her suck another man’s cock. We had both talked about this fantasy previously, but his was the first time that it could actually happen. She simply said, “ Let’s see if we can make that happen”. She. ? She turned away from him, and stared at the rough wood of the deck. He laughed and tweaked the short hairs at the top of her neck. She wanted not to be humiliated by him but she couldn?t help the tears that flowed, the racking sobs that pulsed through her body. The boat pulled in by the Patience. She glanced up and saw the soldiers lined up on the deck, there to watch her flogging. On the bridge she saw the figure of Captain Hastings, standing slightly apart from his officers, his face.