“Fuck me, Doctor Yadav,” Jasmine whimpered. “I like it hard and deep.”The feeling of her doctor’s mighty Caucasian cock-pole opening her sex...up was what she’d been waiting for in her apartment the last couple of days. She’d been unable to think of anything else since she sucked him off in his office. Her trusty dildo had helped her dampen her fuck-lust the last few days but it couldn’t compare with the feeling of a man’s weight over her body, strong hands gripping her waist, flesh-and-blood. I wink at Abi and she sniggers. She knows the score too.As if to prove it, she accidentally catches Ken’s cup with her arm and it topples, coffee running over the table. “Oops, clumsy me!” she goes, leaping up swiftly so as not to get any on her. I tell her not to worry. Ken will pop to the bathroom and get some paper towels.“Won’t you, Kenny?” I prod, since he hasn’t moved.“Sure,” he mutters.“Well what are you waiting for? Go on, chop chop!”Up he gets and off he toddles.“It was his coffee. He would sit with me and watch tv; our sex life went back to normal and it was amazing! He was so much more passionate and we started to try new things. But as night fell he began his violent reign again. I kept together because it was amazing when he got it out of his system. One morning he came into the bedroom and woke me up by telling me to go clean up and put on the skimpiest outfit I owned. We got back into bed and he produced some lube he had bought. I was so scared but I knew I had to.. The buildup of anticipation being something I had learned to control over many years. Somewhere in the house I heard my mobile phone ring, I was still on call for work and knew I would have to answer. Knowing the delay that would cause and the further sensation of my now fully stiff erection being excited by my panties and pantyhose would heighten my erotic feelings and finally add to the eventual orgasmic sensation I was looking forward to. I found my phone in the kitchen, the missed call was.