She was, after all, his ‘dirty little girl’. She’d pleaded with him, after that, to make her cum. No, not to make her cum. To let her cum. “O...ly on my terms, dirty girl.” He’d growled playfully. Grabbing her wrist, he’d pulled her down the stairs and pressed her face down on the sturdy wood table in the dining room, kicking her legs apart as he entered her dripping wet snatch, his cock still sticky with her spit and his sperm, thrusting himself inside of her hungry cunt, his fingers digging. "Thad?" she asked slowly. "Hi," I said with a smile, my incredible social prowess coming to bear with such a witty and intelligent means of greeting. I might have tripped standing up, I can't be sure. "What're you doing up here?" she walked toward me. "Uh, working," I fired back in retort, full of rambunctious gusto. Onset dizziness is a common affliction, no? "Wait, what are you doing up here?" She looked around, as if to find a clue, her previous interrogative nature disarmed. "I, uh, I. ”“Why don’t you call me ‘Tom?’”“Are you sure? I don’t want to be too forward,” Danny said.Tom laughed with the precision of a man used to dealing with the public. He gestured to a chair and said, “You won’t be too forward. Have a seat and tell me why you’re here.”“Thank you,” Danny said going over to the indicated seat. He stood by it waiting for Mr. Moore to sit down first.Mr. Moore returned to his side of the desk and sat down. He watched Danny take a seat. “So what brings you here?”“I’m a. But somehow the thought of another man touching and feeling my pussy was a turn on and started getting me damp underneath.The doc turns off the room light and turns on the light on his head band for near examination. The doctor asks me to pull my skirt above my waist and I do so slowly afraid the doctor would notice my wet stained panties and crotch. I somehow slide my skirt in a seductive manner showing the doc my smooth milky thighs. I gotta say, he seems to be enjoying himself as was evident.