I took the bus and I reached Anil uncle’s place before 2pm. The house was very quiet. I knew Anil uncle would have gone to his parents place (my gra...dparents house) for the rest of the week. The door was not locked so I got in and closed it back. The house was very quiet and I walked slowly towards Nalini aunt’s room. I was standing by the door, too shy to push it. It slowly opened. In a low nervous voice she said "so is that you Rajesh, come in". I closed the door behind me. She said lock it. I crossed 21st Street to the building where my office was located and found the family waiting for my arrival. I introduced myself to them, including the patient, a young man named Phillip Adams, who was 28 years old. His father, George, was a wealthy man who insisted that his son had to be treated by ‘the best’. So their family physician had inquired with his colleagues and they had agreed that he ought to come to Nashville to have me treat his son.Here, I must confess, the politics of being. She nibbles seductively at my neck and ears until the animal lust is barely containable. She deftly unbuttons my jeans and slowly lowers the zipper while lightly rubbing her fingers across my throbbing manhood. She strips the jeans away from my hips and down my thigh slowly trailing with her nails on my sensitive skin driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy. My erect member springs free of its bonds and she strokes the purple head one time with her tongue before moving on. Finally she removes. That wonderful Monday began with me showering at home, putting on my dark purple "modified" leggings and loading up the rest of the toys in the car. When I say "modified" I mean the crotch has been cut out of them to allow easier access to my cock and ass. I wore the purple ones because, 1) Mistress ordered me to, and 2) Mistress loves purple. The jeans I put on over my leggings had some interestingly placed holes in them; one of them being in my left ass cheek where all you could see was.