It occurred to me the guy just didn't have social skills, meaning no offense. "I shouldn't think everyone is a jerk. Let's show a little more toleranc...." Solon, that's me." Thought so," the man said, remaining casual and seeming to enjoy himself. "The doctor will be along soon."He left Merritt and me in a small consultation room with a conference table and a mirror. Looking at the mirror, I noted my long hair and the healthy, tanned hue of my skin."You're quite the contrast to the pale white. ” His hand had traveled up to her soft breast and he gently squeezed it. He could feel her nipple harden in his hand. She pecked him back, but still refused to kiss him any further. She was very self-conscious. She could feel herself getting a little wet as his hand massaged her soft tit His hand trailed down over her stomach, running his fingers through her pubic hair. He found the moist folds of her slit, and he lightly ran a finger up them. His middle finger tickled her clit, sending bolts. "Where are they going?" Me "They are going to the "Gentleman's section." "What's that?" Halina asks. Me: " Wellll , its where the lap dancers and strippers sort of have theirarea and..." Halina interrupts me , her eyes wide as dinner plates. "What!" I explain that in the more difficult economic times , some pubs have aroom out back where they charge more for the drinks and strippers of variousskills and sizes dance. Here in England, a pint glass is. When I was stroking in her vagina, she was telling that she never got this type of heavy strokes from her husband. I requested her to stay at my flat so that I could give her a solution for her problem. She liked my flat and informed the lady doctor (Miss Aroti-not real name) to come to my address. She told her that I was her distance relative and well-known to her family). Within one hour Dr. Aroti-a Hindu in religion, open minded, well educated and beauty queen came to my flat. We didn’t leak.