Anderson, she had mentioned he was handsome but this was more that Susan had expected. There he stood; six foot tall with a tan muscular build and sho...lder length jet, black hair. "Oh my God", Susan thought to herself, "he looks like one on the models from a cover of a romance novel". Dr. Anderson could sense Susan staring and began to clear his throat."Shall we begin", he asked."Yes" Susan replied bringing herself back to the real world again."I wan to first get a full medical history from. I walked in and closed the door. "You look exotic in that." Someone special got them for me." Can I thank him when I see him?" I'll be doing that all by myself. Are you going to just stand there all-night?" No, I was going over to the closet and get out my painting supplies." Do you know how to paint pictures?" No, but with you looking so lovely I was going to learn how." I would rather you joined me." She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips."I can't be held responsible for my actions if. We had called in briefly for a quick drink on our way out or on returning from exploring the night life in the area but as there was not much life in the immediate area, decided to try it for an evening.When we had called in we noticed that a lot of the females wore only bikini bottoms and T-shirts or shorts and as the weather was so very hot, Sue decided this was sensible wear and wore her bikini bottom and a cut-off T-shirt.I wore shorts and a T-shirt as did most of the males. Although she. Too bad – I’m paying top dollar and I can say what I like. “That’s it, suck it now. You dirty old tart. You busty slut. You like that name don’t you? Proud of your big knockers, eh? Fucking whore. Dirty old slag. Do your c***dren know this is where the money for their birthdays and Christmas present comes from? Do you think they’d be pleased about it? Proud of their mummy working so hard to earn the money for all the things they want? Even if the work involves spending much of her day on her.