Hazel eyes, slightly wavy blonde hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. She wore the light blue scrubs and white doctor’s coat all residents wore whi...e working in the hospital. Her shoes were ratty sneakers that were a bit worn out, but extremely comfortable. No makeup, no jewelry. Both would just get in the way, so they weren’t allowed. So really, Lucas Smith probably didn’t see anything in her. That wink and smile was just her imagination.Before she could head down to the emergency room to see. "Hollis," he said, "you've done good work! You could probably use adrink."Bond was holding out two icy beers with condensation dribbling off them.I was surprised and hesitant. I mean this guy knew I was too young todrink legally."Don't worry," he said, "they're light. Anyway you being so young andworking so hard, you've no worry about staying trim, unlike us old guys."Mr. Bond was smiling while patting a stomach that was, as near as I couldtell, rock hard. I took the beer, downing half of it in. Anne was taken to the Tower of London where she languished in a dank, dark cell with only two of her ladies to keep her company. They were stripped of their beautiful clothes and given plain dresses and white cotton caps to put on. But Anne refused to become despondent: she neither wept nor railed at the injustice of her confinement but prayed silently.The fateful day arrived. The sheriff of the Tower clattered into the cell and bade Anne to follow. After what seemed a long walk down stone. I looked at the clock and it was just over 9 minutes and I decided to get up and enter the room. My wanted a good hard fucking tonight. She wanted her husband to do it. I’ve watched other men plow their massive cocks into her pussy. I watched her wrap her legs around their waist or around their necks and listened to her scream their names as their poundingI walked in the bedroom and saw my wife, sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed or should I say scantily dressed in some very, very sexy.