She put on a pair of leggings over her leotard, which was dark pink with sequins, and a black sweater over that. She slipped her feet into her Ugg boo...s and tied her skates together, slinging them over her shoulder. Before she left the dressing room, she decided to weigh herself on the scale. Dasha was sixteen years old, 5’4” with medium length wavy blonde hair. She had tan skin and bright blue eyes. A Russian beauty. She set down her gear and stepped up onto the scale. 105lbs. Not bad, but. "There's not enough room," she quipped and I laughed and kissed her."Mary Sullivan," a male nurse called a few minutes later. That was disappointing, I was hoping for a cute nurse to go along with the cute doctor.The male nurse led us back to the examine room. He glanced questioningly at me. "He's my fiancee," Mary explained. "Okay," the nurse said with a shake of his head."We share everything," Mary explained."Of course you do," the nurse said flatly. He clearly wasn't used to women bringing. Her tongue started to swirl around the bottom, while her teeth lightly grazed across the top. She went back down again. Taking more of him this time. The full feeling in her mouth was incredible. She loved doing this for him. She loved the feeling of power it gave her. Twisting her head slightly, she withdrew again. Sucking harder than she had done on the previous pass. Her hand came over and held him upright, before her mouth returned to torment and tease his head. She licked it and tongued. “I guess you’re going to take me home,” I said remorsefully. “No, we’re going to be here for a bit longer,” he said as he pulled up one of the chairs and sat down. “Get over my knee!” He ordered. “Oh no, you are not going to spank me. My friends are here,” I pleaded. “You should have thought about that before you lied to me. Now get over my knee,” he said as he rolled up his sleeves. “Liu, please anywhere but here, please don’t, not here, please!” I begged. He wouldn’t hear of it. With one.