The receptionist knew them by sight. She greeted Ken by name and told him to wait right there for a second. She picked up her phone and said that Mr. ...nd Mrs. Patterson were here. A moment later, Berkenstein herself showed up and opened the office door."Ken, Meghan, come on back," she said quietly. She was a short, somewhat dumpy woman in her late forties. She wore a white lab coat with her name stitched on the breast. Her curly red hair was tied up in a bun. Her face, while homely, was. "I don't hear anything." My ears, now mobile and atop my head, swiveled. "Not up or down." He nodded his agreement and didn't stop me as I edged around him and down a few stairs until I could perceive the faint glow ahead. After a moment of careful observation, I smiled. "Candles," I told him. "Smells like bee's wax and soy."Sure enough, the stairs let out onto a corridor, the theme of stone floor and bare earth walls continuing with niches every couple of feet that held thick, flickering. She gasped, closing her eyes and moaned low and guttural as I touched her. I let an audible gasp slip from my mouth seeing her immense 36DD's, her taunt nipples standing up straight upon her excited areoles. I undid all her snaps, pulling the shirt off her. Leaning down, sucking her nipples with my hands cupping her, lifting her breasts to my mouth, squeezing them together against my cheeks, I moved my mouth back and forth between her nipples, sucking them. She offered no resistance to my. As it slid in and out of her mouth, coated with her saliva I tried to reach over and finger Stella but the angle just wasn't going to work so I just gave up and had to settle for cupping her breasts.This was fine for me, but I felt bad for her, being the only one not getting any after being deprived of our last session so I moved behind her and gently spread her lips apart, thrusting my tongue into her. She moaned and pushed back, her cries were muffled against Keira's snatch as I fisted the.