" Gwen smiled apologetically as she turned around and faced her hostess."Sorry. Look, I've got an extra suit in case you didn't bring yours. Why don't...we all go in?"Gwen giggled. "How could I possibly fit into your suit, Sybil." She looked at the woman's protruding breasts anxiously."Don't worry about that. If it's a little big, Bob won't look. The important thing for you to concern yourself with is relaxing. Now come on."She took Gwen's arm and led her into the house."Bob. We're all going. On our trip that day, the wife would find ways to place her hands on me ever so slightly and politely. It may have been a touch of the palm there, or an arm around the shoulder here. The ride back was quite interesting. She was in the passenger’s seat while I drove, and she laid her seat back to where her husband was. Without much warning, he began kissing her passionately and sliding his hands down her blouse. She reached over and took my right hand and pulled it to her, placing it on her. As I watched it unfold in front of me I thought why would she still work here for him after this animal did such horrendous things to her? Why when I went to her with complaints about his contact with his patients did she blow me off? Next he showed a slideshow of still shots taken of her with him in the same precarious positions as I found myself. As I watched the videos I could tell I was getting control back into my extremities. As I tried to move the oversized phallus caused me pain. To. She looked a little less than ripe, but she was responding in all the right ways. I ran my hand lightly over her ass and got no indications either way. Playing with her clit with my index finger, I let my pinky finger lightly touch the button of her rectum. She sighed. I pushed in a bit, and she pushed back. My finger was a knuckle in. She wiggled her ass on my finger. I ran my finger in another knuckle. She seemed perfectly happy. Now pushing all the way down, she cried out something that.