Given an opportunity to survey her from head to toe, I could see that she was up in years, probably late fifties or early sixties. She was nicely shap...d although she was a little thick around the waist but it was not so much that I didn't immediately want to screw her. She had a nice shaped butt and dark red hair and everywhere I could see her skin was a nice tanned color. Her face would never pass as a beauty but she had a nice smile and seemed to have a pleasant attitude.My questions made her. Even the other psychiatrists I didn’t consult approached me afterwards, asking what happened. Between the patients and staff, the whole practice was atwitter with your dance.”“And what, pray tell, were the results? I notice you don’t have any cops standing by.”Melissa chuckled. “No, I didn’t need to. Once you left, I realized no one was harmed. I asked whether anyone wanted to file charges—strictly for liability reasons, you understand—but they all refused. It wasn’t until I saw my next couple. My hands rested on the counter as he lifted my mini skirt and took a look at my ass in the crotch less stockings and thong.Then he gave me two hard spanks on each of my buttocks before lifting me up and turning me to face him. Victor grabbed my ass and pulled me into him. He picked me up and sat me down on the kitchen counter top. He spread my legs as he lifted my skirt to take a look at my shaven pussy lips. He then looked up and made eye contact with me as he moved his hand up my thighs and. "Oh this is so good,? he sighed as I felt his hand back there behind me trying to manoeuvre his erection into position.His cock slid against my stocking thigh and he slowly rubbed it there as he pulled my panties over to one side of ass cheeks to expose my puckered ass bud. Tom reached out and I saw his hand dip into an open tub of margarine sitting on the counter next to my head. 'Christ,' I thought, 'I know what the bastard is about to do.' Then I felt him rub the cold slippery margarine.