She came up to me and said, "Hi! My name's Terry, too! It's reallyTeresa, but everybody calls me Terry."It never occurred to me to wonder how she kn...w my name. But if I had beena girl, that's what my folks would have named me--Teresa. I learned thata few years later, when we were able to speak more plainly about things.They had made the best of a bad situation and named me Terence Lynn, theidea being that either way my name would have been shortened to Terry.Terry Lynn.The Terry in my dream. I figured it was time to get in the pile so I quietly lay down behind Jen. Taking two fistfuls of hair in my hands, I pulled her head back towards me while inching up against her quivering body. Her slit and ass were soaking from her desire and I easily slid back and forth across her puckered asshole. I could feel my tip against the bottom of Steve’s shaft. Jen could feel cock against her from clit to the top of her ass cheeks. We worked up a rhythm, working over Jen’s body literally from stem. ‘Help her take off her dress.’ He instructed the nurse. A shaking Angela did as she was told fearing what would come next. Eventually she stood before the dentist in chemise and drawers. ‘Wh- what are you going to do?’ She stammered ‘I’m going to beat you for breaking my drill. Now bend over the desk. ‘he leered, producing a long springy cane from a cupboard.’ You see, I often get young women in here that don’t do as they are told. When I have finished you will find it very uncomfortable to sit. A man comes through a square opening to my left.He is the perfect occupant for this place. Tall, thin and pale, with round glasses that are a surprise; surely contact lenses would suit his sparse taste more? His hair is dark, the same colour as mine, but carefully slicked down so it shines in the bright lights. He wears a white shirt, white slacks and white shoes.He wears gloves. These too are white.“Good evening,” he says.His voice is almost without tone, yet is not bland, as if this entire.