She was cute - shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, red full lips, with a big set of tits under a tight girlie t-shirt that showed her h...ur glass figure attached to a pair of faux leather leggings and about five inch heels. I felt my husbands cock throb when they approached.Admittedly, Steven made me a little wet. Short brown hair, blue eyes, darker skin, a tight t-shirt showing off his physique as well on top of some tight black jeans that could barely contain his cock, which the. “So how many times in a week do you ejaculate through manual stimulation?” She asked and again never took her eyes of the monitor. I knew this had to be difficult for her as well as for me. Some guys might get a kick out of talking about this but it made me uncomfortable. I hesitated longer than I should and she said, “there is no right or wrong answer and we do not make judgments. The doctor needs this information so she can understand your condition.”Had she looked at me at that moment she. He was lying there, so helpless, his erection standing up out of its curly bush for all to see. Should she take its photo and send it to the girls with her thankyou letter? How embarrassed he'd be, poor thing.But mistresses don't say 'poor thing'. She raised herself up, knelt astride his supine form, and looked down on him with all the sternness she could muster. She was going to save him embarrassment by covering his 'shame' with the one thing that would engulf it. On second thoughts, there. "I'll do it." Good man." Rachel nodded. "You start Monday. Call in every day. You have the code for our intranet?"I finally let them see the grin. I would be damned if I didn't file at least a story every other day. If Rachel didn't want to run it, that was her decision."Hello, my name is —" Oh, for Chrissake. Look here, Charlie. Five fingers."Inigo gave me a quizzical look, but his sword never wavered."Then tell me why you wear the glove."That was a damn good question. I found myself wondering.