..I spoke with your friend Ashley. I have a...a problem, and she said you could help me." "Call me Jen," I said, as I opened the door and waved him in...* * *Vince looked very nervous as I had him sit on the couch, and offered him a drink. He accepted, so I brought us out glasses of wine. "OK Vince, what can I do for you?" I asked. Ashley, Kate and Deb often referred men to me. "Well, there's something about me...I need help, and she said..." "It's OK honey, you can tell me. I've done this many. Her pubic hair pouting as defiantly as her other lips above. There was spontaneous applause that gathered momentum as she bent over and presented herself to Harriet and the cane. It was a shameful performance. Betsy felt herself imposed upon. She felt shamed. She was deeply shocked at the flashing pain so far worse than she had dreamed…. Each stroke brought a break in position, a declaration of Independence, a refusal to continue, remonstrance. Comments from the crowd were constant. Few. In fact, I’ll get a new doctor; one not as gorgeous as… uhh…” Shit! Her mouth always managed to get her into trouble. His hand continued to hold her down when Jodi tried to sit up again, and her voice started to get panicky, “A really old one, who‘ll …” “Jodi?” With a firm hand, he turned her face to his. Before she had another chance to speak his head dipped down and he silenced her with a kiss. With the encouragement of the gentle press, she opened her mouth to allow his warm tongue in. At. When he offered me a lick of his ice cream, I took it quickly. I didn’t care that he had just been caressing it with his tongue. I didn’t really care about how close we were sitting either. Everything just felt right. Clearly it was the work of the old Clare… But I didn’t mind. In fact, I felt quite the opposite. Whatever this body was before I got it, it sure hadn’t orgasmed in a long time. I was horny as hell. My legs crossed in sexual frustration and I noticed Hunter could tell something.