‘Not yet. I’m an undergrad right now.’ ‘Really? Where at?’ ‘Columbia. I’m a junior. So where are you an anesthesiologist?’ ‘A privat... practice. Johnson and Howe Specialty Surgery.’ ‘Oh. Plastic surgery.’ She drew her hands back from the table. He laughed lightly. ‘Hey, you say that like it’s a bad thing. There are a lot of people who pay good money to look better. And they need surgeons too.’ ‘When there’s a shortage of good doctors in city hospitals, where there are real emergencies?’ she. Araya reached between her legs and took a firm grip of the cock that was now very excited and moved her body back so its tip was now against the entrance to her love tube. Slowly, very slowly she allowed herself to drop down onto the object whilst at the same time the boy was desperate to push upwards into heaven. Araya felt an initial pain and her lips and tube started to stretch as the invasion progressed, however she stuck with it and soon found herself sat with a huge piece of throbbing. I slowly move towards the bed and look down at you, smiling. My hand comes down and runs quickly through your hair and lean down to kiss your lips softly. I look the full length of your body and see that you’re wearing a silk and lace teddy with thigh-high stockings. You sit up half way and take my shirt off exposing my chest to the candle light. I run my hands and fingers all over your body, feeling the silkiness of your teddy and caressing you. I kiss your neck and work my up to your lush. .....they both had, in fact...they'd masturbated together as they talked through such fantasies.......Jan would be blindfolded and lightly tied to the bed (her suggestion) and he'd be a well presented, nice smelling young man of about 25 who Mike had met at the Sports Centre …...very much like that tennis coach they'd met in Greece a couple of years ago that Mike had teased her about..........Mike would bring him upstairs....but he'd never in his wildest, most erotic fantasies imagined that it.