I wasn't very successful that night.I'm a doctor; My name is Mark Traina III, well actually I am a trauma surgeon. My job is to save lives; I don't do...any of the fancy surgeries that all the high dollar guys do. I don't do boob jobs, tummy tucks, or other fancy stuff. I do the grunt work, I save lives. I save the gunshot victims, the knifings, the motor vehicle crash victims, and all other types of mayhem.I get them when it's still touch and go. I don't try to do anything fancy. I just try to. I'll order you FDAU, and insert my oil bottle tube in next to the plug, squirting clear coconut oil past it's depth, deep into your ass and filling you up with half a cup. I'll then pull your face up to my cock and balls, rub your face in it, then quickly grabbing my cock, I violently mushroom stamp your face, and ask if you will submit to me and my cock. Saying yes, I tell you that you are now my sex slave and must follow my orders.Okay. Open your mouth and throat sissy slave, SycVyc is going. Changing clothes, I decided that though she wanted this done tomorrow night, I might be safe from her doing anything tonight. Hmm, maybe I'd get lucky after all, then an after thought, I started working my enchantments anyway. Last time I took a situation for granted, a damn troll almost crushed my head, that was a hundred years ago. Recently the work had started to bore the shit out of me, making me less attentive to everything around me, a sure way to get killed or locked away in some hellish. "Yes, sir!" she said, and I heard the speakerphone go on."Every week I hear Becky's description of what happened to you," I said to Rachel. "This week I'd like to hear the story directly from you." Really?" Rachel squeaked."You heard my master! Spill it!" Becky told Rachel."Well, I went home last night and I told my husband I had a surprise for him," Rachel told us. "When we went to bed I started kissing him, and I let him slip his hands into my panties. He was so surprised he turned the lights.