A dark and heavy hardwood door bore a brass plate that read.“Dr Avram Fine By Appointment Only.”The door was open and behind it was a second door ...f wood with glass panels. I pushed through it and it swung shut behind me. Off to one side was a fine antique desk with a receptionist seated there with phone, intercom, and computer terminal. I crossed to her.“My name is Leslie Carmine and I have a 10 AM appointment with Dr Fine.”A click of the mouse and my time was confirmed. She stood up to smile. Muscular and handsome, he was impeccably dressed in an expensive, charcoal woollen suit jacket. With a quick glance around the room, he looked over to where she was sat and began to walk towards the bar. “Em, I’ve got to go. Speak later,” Amy hurriedly replied before hanging up and stuffing the phone back into the bag. “Un verre de Pinot noir, s'il vous plaît,” the stranger said to the bartender. Amy didn’t move a muscle, she just twirled the base of her chilled cocktail glass slowly and kept. She enjoyed admiring herself in the mirror. She knew the suit would turn lots of heads to stare at her luscious 38-34-36 body. A thin string tied at the back enabled the clingy top to barely restrain her twin orbs while equally thin strings tied at each hip kept the dainty bottom in place. She enjoyed a good tease even if she didn’t have time for a date.Leaving the BMW X5 SUV under a tree in the crowded parking lot, Candy sashayed down the sandy beach smiling and feeling the appreciative. The light sun dress that initially fell slightly above her knees was being stretched shorter by thickly saddle-bagged hips, and now failed to completely hide her deliciously plump butt. The apparent firmness of her ass cheeks quickly faded into pale opulent thighs, somewhat flabby and deliciously pocked with shallow dimples of cellulite. Her skin stretched firm again as it surrounded a nice pair of stoutly-thick calves, which squeezed into a small pair army boots, seemingly too small to prop up.