To the right was a leather black sofa with a dark purple accent wall behind it and a small black coffee table in front as well as four more black cozy...leather chairs to the other side of the sofa to create a “U” shape seating area. The reception desk was to the left built into the wall, and a door to the right of it leads to the various exam rooms. The décor was rather modern, magazines were on side tables and the lighting was dim creating a more intimate feel. I glanced over at the clock. Mai ne apnakamis nikal diya aur mohan ka hath mere bra ke hook pe rakh ke usekholne ko kaha aur mene meri bra utar di to mohan mere boobs kodekhane laga – kya dekhate ho mohan pakdo na ise dabao mere boobs komeri nipple pakad ke tumahre muh mai lo,Fir mai ne mere boob ko pakad ke jaise maa apne bachche ko dudhapilatu hai waise hi mohan ko meri god mai leke mere boob usake muhmai diya to mohan darte darte mere boob ko chusne laga – mem sabdudha nahi aata kya – are mere raja abhi dudha nahi. Jan had a very large chest and Ed quickly had off her bra and was sucking and kneading her hardnipples like a madman, and while he sucked on her big nips, she opened up his fly and pulled outhis now rigid cock! Eight inches at least TJ thought! Just then Jan dropped to her knees andhungrily devoured Ed's fat meat, and for the better part of the next five minutes she gave Ed oneof the best blowjobs he had ever seen in his life, until almost without warning, he shot his load inJan's eager mouth,. ’ No question about it. That Trixie chick had Brooke’s voice, only with a flighty tone and southern accent. It’s like she had just listened to herself play a idiot. It was, simply, freaky. ‘Bastards made me sing when I was out cold. Somehow.’ And with this, as her own voice engaged in a saccharine pop song, Brooke’s indignation now had something to focus on. She still wasn’t sure what exactly they had done to her brain, but she now had a solid grasp on Candy Record’s goal. They wanted her to.