After dinner she invited me to her apartment, saying with a wink that her roommate would be out with her own boyfriend, so we could “get comfort...ble with each other.” I really hoped the “getting comfortable” would involve getting in her pants, especially to get to “mess with” her wonderful behind. And I was glad I had had the forethought to be “packing”; I had a deck of rubbers and a tube of K-Y.The place she shared was in an old but recently. "Doctors' Office," a pert young voice answered the call."This is Dana Featherstone and..." was all she got out before she was interrupted."Oh yes, Ms. Featherstone. I'll put you right through." The young receptionist was in the throes of hero worship."Doctor here," the old man's voice said."Hey, you dirty old man, that poor girl answering your phone sounds young enough to be your grand daughter. Shame on you." she greeted him."For your information, you dirty minded young lawyer, Beverley is my. Her long dark curly hair cascades behind her neck like a waterfall of feminine beauty. The black dress I have on her is simple enough in its construction, but the see-through fabric and tight figure hugging material leave little to the imagination. The tight, leather corset top barely contains her ample breasts and the shiny rivets on it do little to stifle my lust. The corset is pulled so tight as to give her some semblance of an hourglass figure, but given how plump her body is, it makes her. I selected a table and sat down, debating if I should go to the john and jack off, but I didn't want anybody accidentally throwing away my food. So, I sprinkled some vinegar on my fish and took a bite. My watch beeped the hour at 8:00 PM, and a few minutes later the heavenly handed woman sat down across from me and intorduced herself as "Jeannie." I guessed that she was just getting off shift. I almost fainted when she reached out to shake myhand. And then she said something that totally.