Just as Gloria thought he-she might win the struggle, by pulling-shoving from below the cups-the bra reshaped itself enough for him-her to loose his-h...r grip.He-she fell backwards onto the damp, slimy floor. Gloria elbows locked, keeping him-her up, while his-her back arched, as his-her bra cups, especially those area immediately over the nipples, rose and fell in the same beat as percolating coffee.Whether instinctively or reflexively, his-her legs progressed further and further apart, lifting. Sheila had trimmed them into a downward-pointing arrow with two-inches of hair at the top of her mound. As I slipped my pet's panties down further, the pattern became narrower and narrower. By the time Sheila's hairs reached the top of her clit, they were only an eighth-of-an-inch wide. Her lovely mound looked manicured. It was lovely and I knew my dear Sheila would taste delicious. Admiring Sheila’s erotic work, I cupped her lovely ass cheeks in my fingers and leaned in and filled my nostrils. So I called the clinic and asked for a new patient exam with Dr. F. The scheduler asked whether I meant Dr. M, but I told her that I had heard good things about Dr. F, but nothing about Dr. M. I figured that was easier than explaining why I was choosing a woman.When I was introduced to Dr. F, she made a good first impression on me. She was probably around 50 years old and I was about 43 at the time. She wanted to get to know me a little bit before the exam and it seemed that she really was a. "I got to be somewhere in a couple of hours. I need to get a cab back to my place and get dressed. Besides you proved your point. The country girl can be compromised," I said."You know that's bullshit," she said turning to face the wall and presumably go back to sleep. I thought, how easy it would be to drive a little yellow pencil in the base of her neck. I didn't do it because I still needed her. Truthfully her offense didn't rise to the level needed to terminate her life."Whatever," I said.