Then I understood the problem. “It’s me as I look in the mirror.”“Can you fix it?”“I’m not going to worry about it. As long as the nurse... recognize me.”“The nurses are required to watch for missing or wrong details. If they think your ID is fake, they’ll likely call the police. It’s a felony, impersonating a doctor.”I sighed and held the card the same way again. Another pass of energy, intent, and will and the photo was correct.Once Cassandra was satisfied, we went inside.There were about a. .Oh, but that's so rude of me, not to introduce myself! I'm Dr. Vlad (Dracula's first name), and, unfortunately, I'm looking it. I've never been handsome and during the past few years with the therapy training and all that, I got even worse. Just imagine a 6'1" chunk of a man, with 190 lbs distributed quite unevenly, sparse hair that used to be hazel and a closely trimmed beard (good old papa Freud's heritage of authority). The only feature that partly excuses my looks are my eyes -. I saw pretty quickly it wouldn't take long to make him cum. About the time I was thinking that, the guy barked out Don't you dare spit that cum out, and don't swallow it just yet either, we all want to see a little trollop with a mouthful of cum, don't we , guys. I could hear a few saying hell yeah as he unloaded in my mouth. You will now stand, open your mouth, and show everyone what you were working so hard for. Again, I did as I was instructed. By this time a line of sorts had formed, and I. The Tiplitski parents were a nice clean-cut couple without a trace of Tater's thick accent. After introductions, Tater went back out to my truck with me to get Jethro. Jethro bounded around peeing on everything in sight as Tater, Cindi and I walked around the house. Set at least fifty yards behind the house were a couple of out buildings for farm machinery and a six-stall horse stable. The stable had a corral like, fenced in enclosure next to it.Two of those wrinkled up, sad faced bloodhounds.