The surgery had gone well. He was a successful plastic surgeon and had done well for himself.From a comfortable family Dr. Khanna had climbed the ladd...r of success fast. It was not just his skill on the operating table that had helped him do well. He had charm. Something that seemed lost on youngsters these days. Either they were too vain or too eager to please but Dr.Khanna had been able to balance the two traits and had won himself a good number of women. Tall, about 5 feet 11 inches and. I felt the sweet itching in my pants, and I got a serious hard on. I felt like buying a couple of strong bears from her, and took two from the fridge, and placed them on the counter. She scanned them and told me the price. I took up a 50 kroner note from my purse, gave it to her, and she gave me some coins back. I was thinking, and that thought turned me on, that it must be rather “haram”, for such a modest muslim girl, to sell alcohol to a middle-aged danish man. And then I got an idea. I knew. Either way it was a huge turn-on."I have a little surprise for you," she said mischieviously.I mouthed as if to reply but she held up a chiding finger, shushing me instantly."No, no, no. You do exactly what I say, when I say. No fuss, no questions, no arguments, remember?"I nodded silently, my mind afire, hoping that whatever she had planned fell in step with my fantasy."Pull my knickers down... slowly!"I did as she instructed, gently easing the sides of the tight garment from her hips under. There are no other lights on in the house aside from the candlelight. You sense that tonight is going to be very different from what your time at work was and you bend over to get the flowers and head upstairs. After gathering the first few, you see another small note under every fourth blossom:"Remove your top. Make sure the lights are out as you come up." Drop your bra." Lose the skirt." The panties too."Still skeptical about the strange notes, but getting aroused more and more by the thought.