She laughed. “I knew it. You were looking down my blouse weren’t you Tim? Earlier on when I was checking your ankle? I’m flattered to be honest....�� I blushed even harder and murmured “I’m sorry… you’re just so hot! I couldn’t help myself.”Suddenly she stood up and walked to her desk, opening the flap which allowed her to talk to the staff. “Dorothy, I’m going to need another 15 minutes, there’s some complications with this patient, privacy required.” She glided back to me and whispered “I never. She was a sensual as hell!!!!! Had one hell of a blow job technique and everything. BUT . . . there was still something I could not work out.When we ended up in the bedroom and I got her out of her knickers, I started to finger her and thought to myself there was something odd 'downstairs'. Now if you are reading this, I bet you are already jumping to conclusions! Well, you're wrong!!! No, she was NOT a tranny - most DEFINITELY NOT!! When I finally slid my cock inside her, I thought 'Hang on!. " Ho nahin sakta teri umer main itne barre mammey (It can't be possible such large tits at your age)," I said pushing my hand inside her blouse."Kya tu mujhe inhi choochiyon ka doodh roj peene ko deti hai? (Do you give the milk of these breasts to me daily to drink?)" I asked caressing her boob."Nahin, aap kaissi baat karte hain? Main tau aapko bhains ka doodh la kar deti hoon (No, what are you saying? I bring buffalo milk for you)," she replied blushing furiously.By now I had pushed her blouse. "Well, he probably wanted to do that. I didn't let him."Wendy simply nodded. "So, I guess you know what he is thinking all the time." Of course. I know what they're all thinking!" Wendy's calm demeanor was pissing me off. "They want nothing except to trick you and humiliate you. Did you know he gave me a hypnotic suggestion so that whenever he humiliated me in public, I'd get horny instead of angry?" Jim did that to you?" Wendy asked. Her calm response did not indicate that she really believed.