Then she fiddled with the radio until the sounds of "My Girl, talking 'bout myyyyy girl," filled the car. We were both full of wine and good spirits. ...hirley sang the melody, and I did the counterpoint, emphasizing the boom-a-boom-a-boom-a-boom bass part.It seemed to take no time to drive back to where she lived.Mindful of my promise to Charlie, I drove directly to the converted hotel. As we arrived at the entrance, Shirley said, "Park for a minute, please." When I complied, she leaned over and. Then he stood up again and started pulling his cock out and I tightened my arse muscle as hard as I could. He sat down on the side of the bath and said to relax which I did and immediately his piss started to flow out of my hole onto the bottom of the bath. It still felt warm and pleasant. "Clean your arse up" he ordered, "I have more to do to you". He showered first and I followed him after using the enema bottle and showering too. I went back to the bedroom and he was sitting waiting for me. Then, composing himself, he reached across with his stethoscope and calmly placed it against my chest, just above my heart and after a few seconds, said in a very serious voice, “Hmm. I see what you mean. I’m just a Vet but I’d say you need something for that!” And he stood upright in front of me and looked me directly in the eyes again as his serious face then broke into that slightly embarrassed smile again.Well that just made it worse! My legs went like jelly and if I hadn’t been leaning. Okay, subject change. How are you going with the gallery?’ ‘Fine, i’ve actually finished all the plaques and stuff, although god knows how, so there’s only what needs to be done on the night. I have no idea who’s been invited though. I had to organise the bloody thing, but I couldn’t decide who got to go.’ ‘That sucks. So, are your parents going?’ ‘No thankfully. It was up to me to invite them, so that’s one less problem I’ll have to deal with on the night.’ ‘You didn’t bother to invite them?’.