I was thinking about what I was gonna conjure up for dinner with my eyes closed. There was roast beef from Sunday's dinner and chicken from earlier in...the week, while the hygienist sorted through her implements of torture. My mind was about as un-sexually orientated as it ever could be. She looped chain behind my neck, the one that held the blue paper bib, her knuckles very gently—unintentionally—brushed my tit. Even through the burgundy silk blouse and the polyester bra my dormant nipple. "You teased me. It's my turn."Shirley pulled down my shorts and saw my now-erect cock. She grinned and then gave it a tentative lick. This was followed by another, and then another, up and down the shaft, never quite reaching the head of my cock.I tried to move my crotch to get her to lick closer to the tip, but Shirley easily avoided it. After about five minutes of this maddening activity, Shirley pulled her head up and said "Rest break is over!"It was apparent that Shirley was extremely. Tell me, did you ever have the urge to safe word before you did? She tilted her head thoughtfully. No, Sir. She smiled again. It was that last blow that did it. I knew that I was about to pass out, and I couldnt take anymore. Hmm. I stood up and walked to her bathroom. I could feel her eyes on me as I filled the tub with cool water. I added some lavender-witch hazel oil and went back to the bed. Bath? Tanya gingerly touched one of the dressings on her chest and flinched. What about these,. It was hot and I could move the soft skin up and down. Watching the skin gather under the head was erotic.I could smell his manly scent as I ran my hand softly up and down the shaft. My dicked throbbed as I stroked and jacked Pater's cock enjoying the feel and wishing it was mine.Pater must have read my mind. "It can be yours johnnie. The cock in your hand can be yours to enjoy. Make it hard for you son. Make it hard and make it yours."I looked up at Pater and using my left hand reached for and.