The physician was a young man, obviously doing internship. He looked at the form I filled out while waiting.?Numbness and itching?? he queried. ?Just ...here are you experiencing numbness???All over,? I replied. ?It?s like my skin is crawling. And it itches too.??You were flying when this began?? he asked.?No. Not when it started,? I replied. ?I think I first noticed it when I woke up this morning. Mostly just the itching then.??Hmmm,? he muttered, examining my throat and tongue.He shined a light. . it will not do for you to soak down these satin sheets with your fluids.Again, to the nightstand. I do not own a great deal of toys; I feel that they get in the way of my pleasure... of our pleasure. But there is one item which I know you are fond of, for you frequently use it when other occupations distract me. It, besides me, is perhaps your most intimate companion. And it suits the job nicely.I twist the dial and the vibrator hums to life, sounding like a slow bumblebee on its lowest. As the only employee, it usually fell to her to clean and maintain the pleasant little shop while Nathal, the owner, doted lovingly over any new books under the pretense of inventorying them. But she didn't mind, she actually enjoyed the physical labor. The effort gave her a sense of accomplishment she couldn't get from dealing with customers or reading the books she made her livelihood selling. Not that she didn't try, she just wasn't much good at the useless chatter that made people want to. "well..Ginger….I can fix that" I could tell she had to think about that for a few seconds. I had a big grin on my face. She said "only If you don't make things complicated." We got back into my truck and quickly headed back to my little apartment. On the drive back I had my hands between her legs, massaging her moist pussy through her jeans, they were soaked. She laid back on the seat with her eyes closed and moaned. I quickly parked the truck and took her right into the bedroom. Quickly peeled.