The crowd became incredibly rowdy as they raised their glasses to be chosen for anything she had in mind. Vixen stepped offstage into the audience and...looked around for her next victim, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fuel his jealousy and intensity of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of semen, leaving a scarce amount left. Sitting at the bar staring right at her with a raised eyebrow was the man she ran into outside. He seemed to be studying her but also challenging her at. She remembered that lady surgeon, Doctor Lydiavon Something. She was, according to the files she saw, a top-notch surgeon,who had invented revolutionary techniques in plastic surgery. She had beenfired from her former hospital because she was accused of stepping over theboundaries of ethics. What this meant, Erika could not even begin to guess? Herthoughts were drifting between embezzling money from the hospital to gruesomeexperiments on helpless patients. The lady herself was supremely. I pulled her shirt up, and she just took it off and dropped it on the floor. Real boobies, all bare, all mine! I was in heaven. I leaned down and started to kiss and lick them. She groaned loudly. I shifted our bodies to allow her to fall back onto the bed. She pulled herself towards the middle and then pulled me down on top of her. I went back to kissing her, then slowly kissed my way down to her titties again. I knelt up a little to give me better access, and spent several minutes. But not all of my cock, apparently, and we both knew there was something missing.“I think that might be useful,” I finally said after thinking it over a while. “What would your sessions set me back?”For some reason, she hesitated briefly when I asked that, then after a slightly-too-long moment, she said, “Oh! The initial consultation is free--the two of you would come in and we’d talk a little to make sure that I’d actually be able to help you--and after that, each session would be a hundred.