“I shall not use this.” “Then I will take them back to the Doctor.” “Stay, make me coffee. Have one too, it is real coffee.” I did and we ...alked as best we could. The coffee was a wonderful treat but I felt uncomfortable accepting her hospitality but I knew my concern was more that local people might think me a collaborator. I was fortunate that the Doctor was held in such high regard by the townsfolk. “Help me with these… things.” She pointed at the bottle of suppositories. “It’s perfectly. "Oh God,oh God. .." she began to chant.He matched the rhythm of her words with his hand, increasing to a violent staccato, that rose with her need. She was almost there...when he pulled out with a sudden "pop," leaving her pussy empty and gaping before him. He needed his release. That was what whores were for...even sweet little teacher ones. He pointed his raging cock at her cunt, and then frowned. "You've ruined it, haven't you?" Her voice was ragged. He spit on her from above and watched the. ..put that on."Lesley walked into his spare room and found the top he meant. It was a mans shirt obviously and fit her like a short dress. She pulled it over her head and it covered everything...just. "That's my girl....come on, it's a nice evening lets go back outside...you can tell me the whole sorry tale there."Rob got another garden chair out of the shed and gave it a wipe down before spreading an old towel over it. Lesley sat down. She had a drink from the brandy induced coffee mug and let. Samantha promised herself she wouldn’t get off so many times before bed, but it was a promise she was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to keep. She was a pretty willful woman most of the time, but lost all self-control after two or three orgasms. She threw off her nightgown and let it lie on the ground near her bed. There would be plenty of time to pick up after her morning classes, and it’s not like she had a roommate to annoy. Her white nightgown looked cold and abandoned on the ugly grey.