Again. Somethingwas wrong, he knew, but he dreaded trying to talk about it.The inner door opened. "Mr. Jenkins?" an older, pleasant-looking Hispanicwo...an asked. She smiled as Frank stood."Good morning, Doctor Ramirez," Frank said awkwardly, shaking heroutstretched hand. He just couldn't get used to seeing a psychologist."If you would come this way." She led him to an office - a rather pleasantoffice, with some comfortable-looking wing chairs, a sofa, and a small desknestled against one wall.. Looking up, I saw a man with a big bushy red beard. His hair looked like a red Brillo pad. Peering down at me were two friendly blue eyes and I could see a smile. He flashed a light quickly in one of my eyes and then the other. He nodded his head. “You gave us a scare young man. There is a nasty cut on your head, which I stitched up, and we were afraid you might have suffered a concussion. Your parents are waiting outside, and there’s a young lady by the name of Mandy, and her parents are here. One hand lifted a coffee cup, and her second wrapped itself around my prick. “Yes, very strong,” she hissed, slowly running her fingers up and down. I turned to kiss her, but she dropped to her knees. She took a sip of coffee, and then wrapped her lips around my erection. Her mouth was hot, very hot but soft and wet as she sucked me briefly. And then she sprang to her feet and grabbing my hand pulled me into the bedroom. Of course I followed, all thought of eggs banished from my mind. She. All the while I had a curiosity about seeing this lady perform the way she performed for the Nizams.“Ek request kar sakti hoon? I mean ek.. What you call that.. Guzarish kar sakti hoon?” I asked her as we both .“Kya??” She said.“Main aapko Nritya karte hue dekhna chahri thi.. Agar aap bura naa maane to.” I said in quite a trembling voice. Listening to what came out of my mouth Tara slowly stood up. I thought she felt angry and stood up with her. Slowly she raised her hands and kept them on my.