She moaned loudly as my tongue raked across her clit several times. She was grinding into my face, pushing with her heels on my back to draw me close... and keep my face in her pussy. As her orgasm built within her body she pulled my hair hard and held my head in place, whispering “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!!” I glanced up at Amy’s face as she held my hair. Her face was a mask of intensity and determination I had never seen on her before. I sucked her clit into my mouth, holding it gently. “Not yet girl, you were bad and you did not follow my instructions yet again,” I said sternly. “Normally a spanking would be called for but you enjoy the spanking. How do you punish a bad girl who enjoys the rod?” I asked. “I will be good I promise. Please can I have the spanking?” Emily begged. “No baby, you cannot,” I said as I softly kissed her. I moved my raging erection towards her pouting lips and she licked the drop of precum from the tip before claiming the purple head in her bright. The waiting room of Dr. Everhardt's office was empty.Just as I tapped the little silver bell on the counter, a tall man in a lab coat escorted a dumpy middle-aged female from the back. "See you in six months," said the handsome gent.Dr. Everhardt, I presumed. Curly dark hair, square jaw with a cleft, and a classic Roman nose. Could have been a movie star. Probably popular with his female patients. My mind leapt to a projected fantasy, Dr. Everhardt standing between some patient's spread thighs,. So, she admired him from a distance, trying to find ways to be in as many classes with him as she could, which was easy because she volunteered in the school office, helping with admissions every year. She had heard that Bob had his own business, and had gotten married a few years back. She wonders if he even wanted to come back to this hick town, and see us all again. She drops the envelop in the mail box with all the others. Bob drives into town in his Restored 66 Mustang convertible. Top.