I figured that must be for Leslie's wheelchair. I got a piece of paper from the car and wrote down a note for Leslie, including my home number and my ...ell number. I didn't mention what I needed to talk to her about, just that I wanted her to call me.She finally called me, three days later. I sort of recognized her voice, but was a little surprised at her hostile tone."So, what did you need to talk to me about, Jimmy?" Hi, Leslie, it's been awhile, hasn't it? I was talking to my brother, you. About five minutes later he parks the car on his driveway, as i get out he comes around grabbing my hand, says he wants to show me something, he opens a door i guess off to the side of the building, and its set up like a dungeon. this should have been a red flag to me and still i keep going forward with him, anyways i am not into the dungeon scene and i tell him this. that was fine he said we can go inside to the bedroom. and i say o.k. O.o so he takes me inside and bye hand takes me directly. The doctor told me to close my eyes and relax. The more she rubbed and began to insert her finger, I began to feel strangely turned on and my cock began to grow towards it's thick 8 inches. I heard my wife get out of her chair, and could see her trying to look at what was going on. My wife and the doctor began dialoguing about what the doctor was feeling for in my tight ass. The doctor began encouraging my wife that she could perform these checkups as well, and invited her to put on a glove. "Indeed."Well, that was that. The old man would be brokering that metal half-way across the world and still make ten points on every sale. No question about it, he was an old shark. When I returned to our base I informed Bob of our progress. His smile still gave me the shivers. "Okay, Bob. Now that you've gotten somewhat acculturated what are you going to do with your life?" He looked at me with a cocked head. "What do you mean?" "Umm, what's your hobby? What's your sneaky little thing you like.