After breakfast I began doing the dishes and had hands all over me. They were feeling me up like a common whore. They got my cock hard and made my nip...les hard and they played while I cleaned dishes.The whispered among themselves and giggled.Nurse Joanne tied a string around my balls, under my panties and I followed them down to the clinic, with Nurse Joanne tugging on the string.When I arrived at the clinic, I saw Nurse Sandra lying on the exam table with her feet in the stirrups. She was only. So, I was willing to wait the extra minute or so for her to calm down.Her body relaxed, her breathing slowed closer to normal and she brought her beautiful legs up to wrap around my waist. I began again my slow gentle sliding in and out of her tight, wet, velvety pussy.Being very much a voyeur, I raised myself with my arms. From that position, I could watch my rigid cock slide in and out of her ginger hair-covered pussy. If I have a fetish, it’s red pussy hair. I talked her into letting it grow. There were about seven or eight women playing pool and three sitting at the bar nursing drinks and talking to the bartender while a jukebox was in the corner while some light pop music was playing in the back ground. Even before she sat down a strong looking woman came over and offered to buy her a drink. Robin said sure as she sat down and introduced herself, and the woman extended her hand and said her name was Jo–short for Joanne. She looked to be about thirty three to thirty five years old. “ But she made no move to get up and get me a glass. She just started asking questions again. How many women had I gone out with since my divorce? Was there anyone serious? Was I unhappy? Lonely? I answered her questions. I figured she was heading somewhere, and I’d just wait and see where. We’d already done all the polite conversation. She sat back and crossed her legs. “Stand up, she said.“ What? That seemed a little odd. Maybe it’s her special seduction ritual. I’ll play along. I stood up..