The man, like his voice on the telephone, contradicted his Germanic-sounding name that induced visions of a Freud-like older man. No, the good doctor ...as thirty-something and looked more like the neighborhood Little League coach than a psychiatrist.We shook hands and Dr. Mendelssohn mouthed the usual clichés about at last putting a face with the name, etc. etc.I wondered if I looked more like a left fielder than he looked like a psychiatrist. Probably."I think I am going to give myself a couple. ” Vern said. Shock at how quickly Bill seemed to be getting this beautiful woman off.Dave and Carl looked at Vern as if he were a idiot. They both suspected that Katie was prepared to do anything to stop Bill from putting his cock in her mouth or especially her pussy. On the mattress Katie was behaving like a little whore, which was great for the camera, but Carl was not happy and stepped forward.Katie had her eyes close, and was moaning as Bill continued to lick at her pussy. As Bill ate away. Her skin was so white and soft. I told her that she should take her shirt off and stay in her bra so I could use lotion to massage her back with, and to my surprise she agreed. Maybe she wasnt a homophobe after all. I put a little lotion on her back and started spreading it all over as I massaged her. I started going lower untill i was focused on her waist. I wanted to let my hands have some fun and go lower but I stopped myself then I moved all the way down the bed and started massaging her. She was pretty, sexy and intelligent and had the body that one would expect of a 19 year old. When she came back, Gav had his guilty face on again. Emma gave him one of those knowing looks but behaved normally and proceeded with her work. It was said that men think about sex once every eight minutes. While Emma was about, it was more like every eight seconds. She was going to be around for another two weeks or so, so Gav had to come up with a plan to focus on work or do something about it. As.