I could never face my neighbours, knowing that they knew what I have done, and I could never risk my teaching career. I am sure I would not have a car...er; I am sure I wouldn't even have a job. Yet, I should love an outspoken, matter-of-fact psychologist like dr. Phil to tell me, what is wrong with me. Why I have changed so much. Of course I know the mechanics of it, I just don't understand myself.You see, up till three months ago I was your all-American typical housewife and mum. God, I was so. It began to get louder again. It began to violently rock back and forth so I clamped myself down as tightly as I could, pressing my crotch right on the edge and I rode that machine like it was the end of my life.‘It was building up inside me again. It was coming. I was cumming.’I bit down on my bottom lip trying to suppress myself. But my legs got tighter and the plastic of the machine creaked underneath my hands. I was overcome with so many different feelings. Everything washed over me leaving. So they know what size speculum to use. But I have only known of one doctor who used anything other than a standard, large graves speculum.A really big instrument for a small woman.Anyways, this guy did use the large graves, but we are not there yet.Next he gloved up before putting this dry finger into my wife’s tiny vagina.After he told her what he was going to do, he spread her lips some with his other hand and just rammed his enormous finger into my terrified wife’s tiny vagina. She squealed. She’d hinted it seemed strange that so much of the country’s supply of oil came strictly from OPEC nations and questioned the rationale behind that since so many countries in that area of the world were still politically unstable and it didn’t seem to take much to affect OPEC production and supply. And Yosef had told her that OPEC was conspiring to turn that whole region into a collection of millions of angry young Muslims who hated America and everything about it! And the U.S. was dependent.