Dann war da noch der Drachen der Praxis Rita U., rothaarig, bieder mit Brille, sie musste fast jedes weibliche Geschlechtsteil der Stadt kennen, in- u...d auswendig kennen. Sie war bei jeder Untersuchung dabei, führte die Patientinnenakte und bestimmte die Termine. Doch sie war absolut geil und eifersüchtig, sie wollte sich mit den Behandlungen an den gut gebauten Frauen rächen, die mehr abbekamen als sie.Was Susanne nicht wusste, war folgendes:Ihr Schwiegervater hatte einen illustren Kreis. And to this end he wasconstantly supervised by either or all of these women, his everymovement and gesture scrutinised for traces of masculinity, and ofcourse when detected he was suitably punished. He had been wearing amaid's uniform for weeks now and Madam had also insisted he wear veryconstricting foundation garments underneath."A disciplined figure makes a disciplined mind," she had said to him ona daily basis insisting he repeated this and other similar phrases backto her. This he now did. So I didn`t complain about the nickname because I was their slut. I added "To p crier mwa pitin zisse akoz mne marche touni dan lakaz la.[You`re calling me slut because I walked in the house.]". They looked at each other. We knew what what coming: A new rule. "To nepli ggne droit met linz dan lakaz aster.[You don`t have the right to wear clothes in the house from now on.]" my dad said. My mom agreed to this as well. They thought that I would give up this rule like the others. But no, it stayed.. Scrubbing my arms, chest, underarms (pheww!). Damn that’s feels better! Can almost feel the weight of the scum slipping off! Soaping up my back as best I can, I suddenly feel a bit silly as I begin cleaning the cheeks of my rear. Then, my hands move around my waist, spreading the suds onto my groin. Not surprisingly, touching such tender places, even just to clean them, sends a few tingles through me. Also, not surprising, these tingly feelings cause me to start thinking about…You!Memories of.