The crotch was damp from her piss and cunt juices.Ah, I thought, so the princess isn't so perfect after all. I dropped them back on the heap of clothe..., which I then scooped up intending to throw them on her side of the bedroom when I went in to go to bed. I quietly opened the door (don't ask me why I was being considerate, she sure as hell didn't deserve it). The light coming in from behind me illuminated her sleeping form and I saw that she wore only a too small T-shirt and a pair of cotton. She was a slim blonde woman inher early fifties. Her hand was warm and she smiled in such a way thatJenny felt some of her trepidation about this appointment subside.After she went over some of the things that Jenny could expect in thenext few weeks she started asking her about her exercise regimen."I practice T'ai Chi almost every day," she said, "usually in themornings, but sometimes in the evening."Dr. Waverly made a note on her chart and murmured approvingly. "Youshould be able to continue. Why don’t we relax ourselves over a coffee,” I said.“Sure,” was the instant reply.So we went out for a coffee and chit chatted along. All this while I was in a trance as to the woman I fantasized is now by my side.“Would you have like some time?” she asked.“Sure, what’s on your mind,” I asked perplexed.“I need to drop by home real quick,” Can you take me along?“Sure.”We entered her beautiful home and she locked the door behind us. She went to her room while I was in the living room. She seemed. But his grin widened.“Proof? You mean…like this?” He leaned forward and threw a handful of photographs onto her desk.Karen glanced down at them…and gasped. There she was, with her skirt up and her panties down, looking back over her shoulder at the camera. There she was, on her knees, with her hands and mouth full. There she was…and there…and there…There was no evidence of a gun in any of the photos, and every indication that she was performing voluntarily…even enthusiastically.She looked back.