I get dressed up in a cute black skirt and long sleeve top, bra and panties matching, and a pair of lovely red patent leather pumps with some flawless...nude stockings and a black lace garter belt. Put on my best blond wig with long flowing curls and bright red lipstick. I showed up to the office where I had gone several time before. I walked inside and as I klicked my heels down the hall a door opens up to reveal Dr Jen motioning me to come back. I walked inside and the nurse joins her. Dr Jen. She had barely begun to love him, and now he was gone, As Darla put the telephone back on the receiver, she began crying like she had not done in many years, and didn't begin to stop until the phone rang. It was her friend Monique wanting to know where she had been the last two days. Darla, who was still crying hard, apologized to Monique, telling her truthfully that she had been spending a lot of time at the health club where she met some new friends. However Monique, who was just a few years. The air was filled with the scent of her climax and the aroma of Obsession. Chloe could hear David snicker as she orgasmed. It was a sound she hadn’t heard in so long. He always snickered when she’d orgasm like this. She felt his fingers withdraw as he climbed up her body.“Make love to me David,” she whispered.“With pleasure,” he replied.The head of his cock touched her outer lips. The sensation sent sparks though her body. How she had longed for this feeling just once more time. To feel her. ’ He took a deep breath, and the smile went away, to be replaced by a deeply serious, almost uncomfortable look. ‘But those stories…OK. There’s some truth to them. I do live off-campus, and yes, it’s with six girls who all work in a strip joint. And yes, they do give me all their money, and just kind of trust me to take care of them. But it’s really not my fault.’ Megan inched her chair back just a bit. ‘Not your fault? You’ve got a bunch of…of sex-slaves, and it’s not your fault? Whose fault.