He smiled gently and sat down on the lone chair, swinging it next to the table. Sandra told him her symptoms, he nodded and wrote in her file. Then he...asked her some questions. Finally he asked her to lay back on the table, arms to her side, feet together. The plastic cover was cold on the opening of her back as she lay still. Sandra watched the man push his fingers gently into her stomach in various places, asking her if it hurt. Then he used his stethoscope and listened to her breathing, she. I was at home Friday night, and I had not heard from him. I was getting worried since he was supposed to fly in Saturday morning.When I checked my phone, I found it was not working. I was going to use my cell phone, but it was dead also, and the charger was at his place. I had forgotten it and so I was going to go and use a payphone. The one downstairs in the lobby I remembered had the cord missing when I walked by. I guess I would just go and meet him at the hotel. I hoped I did not pay for. For all essential purposes I was still fully dressed saved for the fact that I wasn't wearing panties. The whole scene in my mind creating a picture of a perfect slut in carnal carnage melt down.Now I'm not one to brag, but I can pretty much say with some authority that I'm a damn sexy looking vixen. In fact I know that I have a better body than most of the up, and coming starlets out in Hollywood, and that I'm pretty enough to turn more than my fair share of heads. I eat, and exercise. Sue squawked again, but it got her off. After he shot in her, he pulled out and rinsed her off with his own piss.Soon enough, after he brought a buddy over to take turns with her all night, which was something that she had rarely done even though banging more than one guy a day had happened fairly often, he said he wanted to watch her fuck her own brother. By now, she was pretty much under his control so she laid back and spread her legs and I got to feel the inside of that familiar place for.