." You won't regret it," Tasha assured her with a smile. "You should take off your bottoms, obviously, but you can leave your dress on."Daisy nodded, ...utting her purse down on the chair and reaching under the hem of her long sundress to slip her panties off. "I'll help you up," Tasha said, offering her a hand. The redhead swung her long leg over the back of the machine. "Just kind of... settle yourself... right over that flesh-colored ridge."Daisy adjusted her skirt around her, wiggling on top. "Yes," you barely whisper from what sounds like a dry mouth. "Yes, Sir." That's better." You feel me take a step back and my hands caress the middle of your back. "In order to more effectively enjoy you we need to remove your dress so," my hands displace yours, "arms up." Your dress slides effortlessly up and is instantly gone. You instinctively pull your hands to your body."What was my last instruction?" My tone is quite pleasant."Umm... hands up?" you query."Well?"You hesitatingly return your. There are seldom any ill effects and while my usual patientsare not restrained nor do my staff or I wear latex uniforms when doingthose procedures, I can assure you that you were not subjected to somewild science fiction butchery. When you are healed, you can and in factI encourage you to do some research on the procedure. What I did was togive you 'Vacation Breasts'. This procedure was initially developed forpatients considering breast augmentation but who could not decide on thesize. “Stay busy. It’ll pass quickly.” It didn’t pass quickly for Drew. It didn’t feel like five days. It felt like a month. Finally, Cheryl swept into the apartment at 9:12 a.m. on Tuesday morning. She wrapped her arms around Drew’s neck and kissed him on the lips in a long, lingering kiss, followed by a deep sigh. “I missed you so much,” she whispered. She released her hold on his neck and peered around him. “Are they here yet?” she asked briskly. “It’s nine o’clock in the morning, darling,” he.