She was grunting now “yes, yes Grey do me, do me, make him say it Grey” “Doctor what procedure you think she may need at this point” she said ...inting loudly, though the penny had already dropped for Doctor Sharpe who was not stupid. “Now let me think “said Sharpe drawing out the tension “what… might… fit the need” “Lord, he is worse than the other fucking fool” said Lady Charlotte alliterating in her frustration “Is it Procedure A that she needs Nurse?” said Sharp excruciating preciseness. It. But I’m getting ahead myself now.The single most arresting features on her face were her eyes and these were truly remarkable. I had never seen such enormous eyes on a person. They were great expressive globes framed under exaggeratedly high arched eyebrows. And the colour of them! The irises were a startling and penetrating emerald green. Whenever she stared directly at you, which was often I might add, they were like great big laser beams boring into you. They were another thing that changed. She walked down the winding corridor, saluting the guard as she walked out the door. She walked into the rain where her car was waiting for her. Her Volkswagen type 82E had served her well in the last three years. She climbed in and drove off the German compound. At the gate, she flashed the guard a winning smile with her ID and he let her go. 2 MONTHS EARLIER Sandra sat by the fire, the flames flickered, keeping her warm. She wore a black sequined evening gown, she had specially requested from. When I walked in the door, she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but I could see that her tits had been leaking. She kissed me deeply and told me how glad she was that I had called back, and that she was sorry that Angela had been rude the day before.I slipped her t-shirt over her head, and taste her milk, while I unbuttoned her jeans to discover she was wearing no panties (she never has any time I saw her since), and her pussy was soaking wet. She lead me into the bedroom as I undressed,.