.. you want to go to the gynecologist with me?” Liz asked.“I figure you’ve been right beside me every time I’ve gone to the doctor lately,” ... said. “I wasn’t planning to come into the examination room with you but I wanted to be there ... for moral support or whatever.”“You’re so sweet,” Liz said. “But ... it’s just my yearly exam. It’s like a physical for my pussy. It’s nothing major.”“Oh,” I said. “I ... I don’t have to go if you don’t want me to.”“It’s not that I don’t want you to go,” Liz. Bob is the man Helen has been seeing on the side, from the mails it seems like they meet at a motel as well. There is a meeting coming up, there is no mention of the motel but there is only a meeting time. Peter decides to take part of that day off from work and see where Helen drives to for the rendezvous. Strangely enough it is the motel up the road from where he and Helen go. He parks near by and waits to see who this Bob is. He followed Helen and she is in Room 103 he waits in the shadows.. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as the author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged by your. I shivered deliberately.“Freshly shaved,” he said, “You are thoughtful of your Master’s desires. Good!”I tucked my hands slightly behind my back as if they were cuffed there, giving the impression I was helpless to stop him from doing anything he wanted.He started stroking my thighs, moving his fingers slowly up and down inside my legs, in no hurry. He had all evening, even all night if he wanted, and intended to punish me for being a brat. Eventually, he started lightly running a finger along.