Curtis was not relaxed, however."Oh, you poor boy!" Flossie cried, stroking the lump in his pants. "Oh, we must do something for you."I was beginning ...o think she could do something for me, too, as the old trouser serpent was beginning to stir again.Just then Daisy bustled in. Daisy had what are known in the trade as big melons. Not grotesque—just big. Firm, too. But soft. Big, soft hooters. The kind a man could drown in. And she was wearing them on the outside, too."Just let me lay my big. And they wanted to touch me.“Let’s get your clothes off,” Catalina said, “so we can check your vitals.”“And your body,” purred Rhea, the pair acting like they’d done this before. Seduced a patient.They both grabbed my sweatshirt and pulled it up together, moving with such efficiency. Rhea was rolling my sweatshirt up my torso before I could even react while Catalina attacked the clasp of my bra. My blonde hair was still settling about my shoulders when she had it undone and slit it off my. I got you this cause youre so much bigger than us. She said, oh too casually, as she handed us our drinks, and resumed her seat. It was so obvious to me now. Rach fed on my embarrassment, not cruelly to demean me, but to voyeuristically feed on the sexual energy it supplied her. All the times in the past week (god has it only been a week) that she had put me in a position to be embarrassed by my cock, she was gorging herself on my mountain of discomfort. I turned to see the effect Rachs. The light of the sun was fading and he drove me up into thehills. The sunset was amazing and my feminine side kept upthe conversation. Somehow there was a part of me that hadseparated itself from the situation, except I could feeleverything that was happening. I heard the conversationlike it was on mute, but from some of the things that werebeing said and the amount of small physical contact thatwas being maintained, I just knew that intimaticy wasimminent.But it wasn?t. Brad and I watched the.