"Come with me please." Then she led me to a treatment room. The room was white of course with a table where I guess I was supposed to sit. But I chose...to sit on the doctor's stool. Hell I was paying, I would sit where ever I wanted. At least until someone told different.Well technically the assistant had said sit on the examining table. I had just ignored her, Yes I was acting out, but I had enough of doctors, and even lesser employees telling me what to do. I hated even more that they were. You started this conversation, so continue.”She shifts her body and leans against the bar. “I could hear you and Mom in bed at night you know.”“And this embarrasses you?”“No.”“Then why are you embarrassed?”She looks at me, tapping her fingers on the countertop. “You don’t want me to answer that.”“Of course I do.”She takes a moment, apparently to gather her thoughts. “Well, most nights, the two of you gave me orgasms. I would follow along with the rhythm of the bed and the sounds of moans. The. She lightly began to stroke the full length of my cock from the base up to the very tip where she then used her index finger to rub over the slit. She gave me a firm squeeze and eased a droplet of precum from the end which she then stroked onto her finger tip and then placed it on her tongue and licked it clean. Mmmmn, that tastes so nice, she purred and your cock is so lovely and firm, I knew you wouldnt disappoint me. With that she moved her head closer and circled my cock with her lips and. "It was a sex magazine and I was playing with myself. I was about to come, and it sure made me mad, when you buzzed."Wilkins flushed. "I . . . I . . . "he stammered. Deana suppressed a grin. She had heard Ruth use that exact line the other day. She would never have had the nerve to say it herself except Wilkins made her so mad with his shitty attitude. She was glad now that she had. It sure had cooled him off in a hurry.She took his shriveled prick in her hand and guided it to the mouth of the.