It looked like the kind one would find at a dentist’s office, but Abigail quickly recognized the stirrups at the bottom similar to the ones at the g...necologist’s office. Still, she obeyed, sitting in the chair as instructed.Before she could protest, her wrists were clamped onto the armrests of the chair. Dr. Snyder proceeded to lock her feet into the stirrups as he leaned the chair back. Abigail was a bit embarrassed, since she had been instructed not to wear any underwear.?There we go, all. Mum yelled out "are you ready to go Misch, I've made a special appointment for you ,a private room where the girls can work on you" on my way mum" when i reached the car i stopped so she could look at meÏ think you are going to look very good honey by the time they are finished with you .Are you sure you want to do this,its a big step" I nodded..... yes I want this even if its only for a few weeks.I knew it was going to be longer, the fabric against my skin was already making me horny.We got to. Thankfully the boy’s mother came to my rescue.“You do not speak French, monsieur?” she asked in heavily accented English... “Un peut,” I replied, “but very badly. I understood his question, I just couldn’t work out what the answer was in French.”“And what is the answer in English?” she asked with a smile.“That no, I’m not Greg Paradise, I’m just an actor that plays Greg Paradise on screen.”She relayed this information to her son in rapid French, of which I caught about three words.“He would. She was wearing a tank top, cutoff, and short-shorts. You could she her fantastic ass cheeks hanging out of the shorts, and her nipples were already hard. Every eye in that section of the library went to her. She was aware of it. As she passed I noticed her left hand fingers making little "follow me" motions. I got up and asked my friend to watch my Mac. "No prob, bro, and good luck." I followed discretely behind her until she went to the women's restroom. She turned, smiled, and waited for me.