I doubt we’d get away with it, knowing Old Man Hansen, though. Anyone got an idea?”There was silence for a few minutes, before Marsha cleared her ...hroat in preparation to say something.“Umm, here’s an idea” she started. “We make this boat smell like an orgy, then tell Old Man Hansen we found it drifting just offshore. If we suggest that Jeff was engaged in something sexually compromising, but don’t say what, maybe he’ll buy it.”“Shit, you sure can come up with some wonderfully perverted ideas!”. "Sandra barked as they continued their conversation. I hurried into theclinical treatment room and swiftly stripped, anxious, painfully anxiousto get that damnable contraption off me.I sat quietly on the couch naked and waiting, my heart in my throat.Sandra somehow looked bigger and more butch than I remembered as shecame in."Lie on the couch, I said," she spat and I jumped in obedience and laydown."First we must make sure you don't jump and damage yourself." Her voicewas guttural and. Dr. Jones sat and told me that I should remain there until I was asked to come in.I sat and watched as Dr. Jones went into the room and closed the door. I waited for a while before the pretty receptionist came in and showed me to a small two-way mirror on the wall, "look into the mirror," she said, "and just watch." I looked through the mirror to see Jaq lying on a hospital-type bed with her legs in stirrups, and Dr. Jones was licking her big hairy pussy.Her dress was around her waist, and her. It's a quiet area in a quiet town on a reasonably quiet night for a Saturday. Just as well they're not inside her flat with her then!She's washed her dark, flowing locks; showered and shaved everywhere that counts; spent a long time on her make up, and all the time having a wee drink to loosen-up as she applies her makeup. With her dark lipstick on and her eyes done, she smokes a cigarette and poses in the mirror for a bit, admiring how she's transformed herself into a sort of emo/punk/goth.