” I groaned pitching my hips forward slightly. Michelle fucked her finger hard into me a number of times, her knuckles hitting just behind my balls....It felt so good but I still wanted her to attend to my cock. I reached for her head and gently guided her closer. There was no resistance this time as I guided her head. At the same instant, she withdrew her index finger until the tip was just wedged into my sphincter. Her tongue snaked out and the tip speared into the blind eye of my cock head at. Vicky and Jenny asked if I wanted anyone to come along.“No, it’s not going to be a good meeting and not for the squeamish; just keep supper warm for me. I will call you when I finish,” I replied.The doc and I unloaded a dozen pieces of medical monitoring equipment into the exam room. Then he and I walked the first one over to the medical building.When in the exam room, we stripped him down and put an adult diaper on him; he was getting combative now. We strapped him tightly to the exam table. Sometimes it amused her to underfeed me, at other times to do theopposite. They were reminders that it wasn't just my penis over whichshe exerted absolute control.After her meal she got up and ordered me out from under the table. Istood up and smoothed down my short skirt. She snickered at the funnyimage I presented, a husband costumed as a schoolgirl, firmly under thethumb of his wife, his hair grown out and, at the moment, put into shortpigtails. Then we heard the doorbell. My heart. He grinned at her and then took one of her hands in his, shaking Kevin’s with his other hand.“I’m really very pleased to finally get to meet you, Kevin, Denise; Janet’s always talking about you. And yes, Denise, I get that look a lot. People think I’m Arabic, or Indonesian, or whatever, from my name—and my accent too—but I’m mostly a Brit, actually. So don’t be embarrassed at my catching your stare. The disconnect between my name and Western appearance just means that I’ve got a complex.