Alright but it still made me uncomfortably.Mary wanted both of us at the surgeon's consultation. During that session we went through a large number of...before and after pictures. The doctor was an artist no doubt worth his exorbitant fees. I suspected my wife had thoughts about seeing him for a pick me up in a few years. To my chagrin Mary left the final selection up to dear old Dad. I thought the doctor would choke when I said "she'll take a pair of those."With the final arrangements made he. You have to talk to her, immediately. You have to explain to her this is all my fault. You were scared and didn’t know what to do. You have to do this fast before she tells anyone. She doesn’t wanna hurt you, baby, she cares too much about you to ruin your life, I’m sure if you talk to her she will understand.” His first concern was his lovely daughter and her reputation but he was also nearly shitting himself thinking of what would happen to his marriage, career, and life if this got. Burnside took the papers from Amy’s hand, thumbed through them to make sure they had good comments, then added them to her own pile of un-graded papers. Amy and Burnside worked in silence the entire afternoon. Amy sat uncomfortably, the hard wood of her chair pressing her welts. The silent routine of the office was only broken once each hour when Amy checked the time, stood up, and bent over Burnside’s desk. Burnside then stood up, laid her two strokes across Amy’s bottom, and then they both. If you wantto quit for this week, we can try again next week?you don't need to cum thatmuch, do you?? Prattsie laughed to herself, thinking of how swollen poorEvelyn's cunt was. Miss Pratt grinned as Evelyn's anxious voice floated up. ?No ma'am?please! I want to give you a great third orgasm?this onewill be fantastic. I just need to work harder. My jaws are a little tired,but I can do it!? Miss Pratt's voice came, sympathetic. ?Are you sure, Evelyn?If your jaws are tired, babe?? ?No.