" And attached was a picture of knees, cropped just above the ankles and showing the hem of a short skirt. The photographer wasn't very good and the e...posure differed from the previous one, as did the background."Thankyou, those really are nice knees. Not everyone has such good knees. I was hoping there might be a hand showing, just lifting the skirt to show your knees."And a day or so later:"Oh, now you are going too far. You have my feet, my ankles and my knees. I imagine you are feverishly. “I have blood in my….When I…I thing that I have blood in my…When I mas…” He was squirming in his chair. I got up, walked around my desk. Stepping in front of him, I leaned back against my desk. His eyes were still on the floor between his feet. “What’s your name?” “Randy, doc.” “Well, Randy, I think that we are going to be handling an intimate problem here, so you had better call me Jenny. OK?” Slowly his eyes rose from the floor, pausing for a moment to take in my unbuttoned blouse. She took one look at him, smirked a little, and then burst out laughing. Jim was drenched. He saw her laughing at him, paused for a moment, and then started laughing himself. He looked comical and he knew it. Angie grabbed his hand and escorted him into the building. Once inside she said, ‘Wait here. I’ll go find something for you to put on while we dry out your clothes.’ She disappeared into the other room as Jim stood dripping all over the front mat. After a few minutes, Angie returned. I started to bob my head back and forth, even as taking every inch became considerably more challenging. I forgot about what I was doing, needing to focus only on his pleasure to suck a stranger so publicly. No… I was focused on Sandra. Even here, she owned me. Her voice rattled around my head, commanding me to cup his balls before stroking him into my mouth. I used my hand and tongue to tease him, pulling back the half-moon of foreskin around his pink head, catching my breath before diving.