Her eyes widened and she looked at me and asked really? I said yes. She took my cell and saw the pics and was crazy seeing it.She said promise me one ...hing. I agreed. She said, “Can you satisfy me?” In my mind, I thought this is what I wanted and I immediately said yes. But the question is when and how. She told me to come the next morning at her place as chacha goes to the office and my cousins go to their college.I was so happy and she too. The whole night I was thinking about fucking her.. Yet I arch my back and thrust my nipples up to meet the whip and my mind tells me that I am truly masochistic, letting this lovely man bring out these hidden desires in me. And as quickly as he started to whip me, he stops and his lips and tongue are again licking, sucking, soothing my nipples and the firm breasts that support them. I am on cloud 9! He smiles again, and releases me, and I wonder if it is time for the mechanical horse, but instead he leads me to the padded table and lays me. "Yes, send her in," he replied. Tina, his married receptionist had been an easy lay, but now she was wanting it so often that she was getting to be a pain in the ass. He made a mental note to replace her as soon as possible.He opened the folder to the case file for his next patient, a Mrs. Dina Mulvey. Her first appointment had been only two weeks ago and while he felt he could have done her during that session, he had decided not to rush it. He currently had sixteen women as patients, all. I guess the best way to describe it would be: a new Experience. One that I definitely enjoyed, and definitely want to do again. Amber was the assistant choreographer. She had long brown hair and light, milk chocolate-coloured eyes. Her dancer's body was long, lean and tight. I was envious of her incredible talent and flexibility. She was strict when she needed to be, but soft and caring when she could tell you needed it. One evening, the cast decided to go out for a few drinks. I needed some.