What a treat this will be, I hope. They walk towards me, their heels clacking on the hard tiles. I notice as they approach that they have cotton masks...flowing over their breasts. Stopping within a foot of where I seem to be rooted, I become aware of their arousal. The delightful scents dull my senses, unrestrained breast bearing erect nipples through the soft cloth. “Doctor, our dear patient seems to be lost in awe.” “Monica please get him ready, danke.” So jovial and endearing. The gowns are. And he was so stiff. He was hard as a rock and he was stabbing angrily into the back of my skirt while he kneaded my tits and bit into my neck. I took a deep breath and reached for the eggs in the open carton nearby. I forked the steak onto a plate and cracked two eggs, amazed that my shaking hands didn't’t break the yoke or spill egg whites on the stove. As I salted and peppered the eggs Master backed off a little. He lifted my skirt and squeezed my ass cheeks with both hands, rubbing my lace. The clerk was doing his best impression of being non-plussed as well but I could tell that he was having trouble controlling his eyes. I mean I wasn’t naked or anything, and my clothes weren’t see through and the zipper wasn’t really low enough to show much except a little cleavage, but I’m sure it was obvious that I wasn’t wearing a bra and the pants are tight enough to see a panty line when I have one so if they put 2 and 2 together they may have figured that one out too.I remember I. John was outside, performing his chores, and taking note that Mr. Smith's mare was in heat.Dropping his tools, John sat on a wooden bench, releasing his hardening dick from his breaches. The purple head glistened with pre cum, and he began to stroke the pulsing rod, imaging Clara naked and on her knees in front of him. In his imagination, Clara's lips wrapped around his cockhead, sucking and licking his growing manhood. The mare sensed his growing need, panting and stomping in her stall. John.