Do I feed him breakfast, or should we start changing his diet as well? I'm sure you saw the report that we had to order new clothes for the guest sinc... his recent weight loss. I suspect our control on what he eats is significantly stronger than what he was used to on his own."It must have been getting pulled out of bed early, but George was about to bring up the doctor reports hinting the healed minor tissue damage from small cigarette sized burns and bruising consistent with prolonged beatings. . is a serious turn off?” I answer and start texting back.*Coach is giving me a massage. It shouldn’t be too much longer.* I send the text and put my phone down on the side of the desk. I smile and focus on the massage. It feels like my body just melts in his grip. Each time I exhale, it’s sounding more and more like a soft moan. His hands slowly traverse down my back, leaving behind a trail of ecstasy. My heart-rate increases when I think he’s about to squeeze my butt, as his hands descend. "That's the way you said you wanted it, baby." I didn't mean you had to ignore me completely." She felt herself blushing and fumbled in her purse for her cigarettes. "I'm a woman, Doc. I like a little attention, a little flattery now and then." Christ, Beth, you don't need to tell me you're a woman. But I was told you're off limits... by you." Well, yeh, maybe I am off limits, but... shit, not completely."Doc knew he had her. He had misjudged her, something he didn't often do, had thought she. "I love you," I whispered. "Me too," Stella softly cooed. "Can we-? Can we have- uh-" I stammered. Then Stella put a finger to my lips and she whispered, "I'd love to."She stared taking of her clothing piece by piece until she was down to her bra and panties. The colors complimented each other nicely. Fuchsia and teal. Nice. Her panties were an elegant lace turquoise thong. Quite attractive. She looked at me and gave me a gesture to strip down. I did the same. I could see Stella admiring my C.