I told my father about this. He said okay and he told me no need to go to any driving schools, you can learn with our driver in our car. I liked the i...ea and agreed to it. Our driver is a middle-aged person of between 30-40 years, married.I have a pretty good figure with fair complexion. I always used to wear shorts in my house and everyone used to stare at thighs including my watchman.The next day my dad asked my driver to teach me driving. He agreed. And we both went and sat in the car. He. I guess he had a late night too. As I told him my whole story, I was surprised he didn't make any comments or even a hint of a joke. He looked very serious as he made me drop my pants and he started poking around my balls.I don't think I need to tell you that my penis was about one inch at this point. Cold male doctors' hands aren't really my thing. I noticed he spent extra time squeezing my left ball and asking if it hurt. It did, but I played it down a little. I was kind of scared of the. You know ... we play.”“So what happened with them?” Sue pushed her to tell more.“Well, I was letting Den ... my dog ... lick me in the park ... I was sitting on a bench and didn’t see anyone around ... so I let him ... do it ... But then these two men come out of the bushes ... they scared me and must have been watching me ... hiding ... I don’t know. Anyway ... they were really nice to me ... patting Den and telling me it was OK and they wouldn’t tell anyone.”“But how come you ended up in the. Ah....ummm....yes of course how dashed silly of me to forget !" anincreasingly frustrated Montie replied. "An excellent idea of course.It's kept upstairs so if you'd like to come with me now I'll give it toyou as I'm sure she must be wondering what's happening" he saidimmediately getting up as he was only too relieved to get away from theColonel's constant lecherous winks and grins.As they entered the main hall Montie whilst now in a buoyant and muchmore cheerful mood, realising he must quickly.