"Bitches ain't poppin', Google my assOnly time you on the net is when you Google my ass"She twerks faster, as if trying to masturbate her anus on my f...ce. Then she turns around to face me again.She mouths the remaining lyrics, "Ya fuckin' little whores, fu-fuckin' up my decorsCouldn't get Michael Kors if you was fuckin' Michael Kors" Oh God!" I sigh as she reaches down and tries to jerk me off. "B-B-Big Sean, b-boy, how big is you?She ran her tongue over her lips again and mouthed -"Gimme all. The ivory dildo was still peeking out of her slit where she had left it when my appearance surprised her. “Come to me,” she said and gestured with her hand for me to stand next to the bed.I stood next to her bed and she reached out and stroked my raging hard on. She then reached under me and felt my balls, hefting them like she was checking out a breeding ram or bull or stallion. After a few moments she pulled her arm back and looked up into my eyes. After lying back fully against her pillows,. Vivian was as helpful as she could be under the circumstances, but there was a limit to what she could say until they actually faced the situation tomorrow.Nevertheless, Tag was as wound up as he could be with the combination of the big win today and the upcoming first date tomorrow. He was going to have a Hell of a time getting to sleep tonight. He was so excited that he had forgotten about his new car tomorrow. How often would that happen to a teenaged boy?It took Tag so long to get to sleep. “Laurent, Mr. Adams has mentored several medical students, including a doctor he’s married to, and he’s insistent that they be allowed to do things, so, despite Mayo’s protocols for your first two weeks, you’ll get to actually put hands on a real live character, I mean, patient!”I chuckled, “She was right the first time.”“Laurent, go ahead and take his history, but I’ll warn you, this is a complex case, and Mr. Adams knows how to answer what you ask, not what you might have meant, and he’ll be.