I roll to my feet and cross over to it, pulling open the bottom drawer. I smile inwardly as my fingers locate the pile of disks within, leafing throug... the cryptic titles of the various sex films we have made together. I settle on the night of my birthday, shortly before I was called up. I had been at the apex of my mania: young, drunk and wild, hanging on the arm of my handsome new husband. Eager to provoke controversy I had dressed that night in a black latex miniskirt barely long enough to. Stone as he leaned forward across the desk. “.Show me.”“But I can’t bec… it’s just… not.”“SHOW ME.” Dr. Stone commanded.Her fingers slowly picked the hem of her dress and she slowly lifted her uniform inch by inch up her leg.“That’s more like it Patricia” Said Dr. Stone in a much more comforting voice. “Keep going…”She felt the cool air on the top of her thighs. “Nearly there” said a slightly condescending Dr. Stone.Soon the dress was up around her waist. Patricia didn’t know where to look. Her. "I'm not wearing any! I haven't been all day!" Oh, you are a naughty girl!" I said. "And what have you been thinking about all day?" Coming here, and what you might teach me," she said. "I've been all wet and sticky!" Show me," I commanded, and slid off the sofa to kneel on the floor, as Leanne slowly eased her little skirt up her thighs. My cock was aching now, but I wasn't going to rush this, I was enjoying myself too much. The sight of her pussy took my breath away, and I stroked my hands. "You're getting wet slut." Her cunt dripping all over the cobblestone, juices pooling underneath her. I pull my finger out of her, and I see her relax. 'Does she think I'm done with her, or does she think I'm just going to fuck her cunt?'I place the head of my cock against her pussy. 'What a surprise she's going to get.' I slowly push in, and I feel her involuntarily arch back into me, getting me deeper. I start to slowly pump into her, coating my cock with her juices. I feel her moan.