I called out. "David?" No answer. I got up and walked to the hall. His door was open. I walked down to it. The bed was made, but no one was there. I w...lked back up the hall to the living room. "David? You here?" Nothing. The clock in the kitchen said ten-thirty. I need a shower. I went to the bathroom, trying not to think and started the hot water running. Steam immediately filled the room. It smelled great. I turned around and brushed my teeth at the sink, but I didn't use the mirror much.. She referred me to Dr. John Johnson - Endocrinologist whohad lots of experience with patients like me.Dr. Johnson, reviewed what Dr. Markston had sent him, took some bloodsamples and told me to come back in a week. A week later, I was in Dr.Johnson's office, with him telling us about what the hormones would andwouldn't do. Sandi asked what I wanted and I said I wanted something thatwould work the fastest and be the safest to take.The method Dr. Johnson recommended, involved focusing on the. With both hands he gripped her buttocks and pulled her down so that his tongue slid easily from her pussy and towards her anus. He felt her hair drift sensuously across his leg as she rested again on his thigh and paused in her licking.“Frank!”“Mmm?”But there was no reply, just an increased grip on his cock and muffled sobs when he flicked across the opening. It was clean, spotless, and seemed to be so sensitive as it puckered against the tip of his tongue. The girl squealed, shifting initially. She ran her hand softly over his ass, pushing firmly against the ivory penis she had earlier inserted in him, he winced as she inched it deeper into his rectum. She examined and admired the deep cuts she had inflicted on him with her whip, trails of blood ran down his thighs and legs. She pressed her fingers into some of the deep cuts causing him to wince in pain. With one hand she picked up the small vessel and placed it in front of his engorged purple glans, with her other she began.