Follow your usual schedule, finishing with the mainbathroom and the powder room.He executed a deep curtsey. "Yes, Auntie Maureen."He wanted to say so...ething about how uncomfortable it made him feel tohave to address her that way, but knew better than to risk it. Shewould take any excuse he provided to punish him. Richard didn't want tofind himself over her broad lap, his backside bared, to receive a nastyspanking with a wooden kitchen spoon, ping pong paddle, or any otherimplement from her. Amber knew better than to argue with the doctor. She hadn't worn her cheerleading outfit today, so after removing her panties and skirt, she felt especially ridiculous. She was now wearing only her thin pullover blouse, her little brown socks and her leopard-print boots.The timid teengirl covered her pussy with both hands and bent over slightly, looking at her reflection in the big mirror and waiting for Dr. Fuller to begin the anal exam.The first tool to go up Amber's butt was one of Dr.. He would remember that. Needed to get her some of those vibrating panties he could control. What a hoot in a restaurant! He planned to take advantage of everything he could do to this woman. She oozed sex and he loved sex...couldn't get enough...ever. Looked like they might be a perfect pair....for awhile. He always got bored with them. But for now...flip around and rammed his hard cock back in her pussy, clamped her clit. She moaned like a little lamb. She was loving this and he could keep. So I decide to quit, (not masturbating), with the bra and go back to my old collection of porn magazines. Time marches on but its not the same. The Wednesday visits by Betty continue. I would not miss those episodes and hot conversations. Within a week after no more cum in the bra, the Wednesday conversation turns hot again.About the second week my mom says to Betty, I need your advice on something rather embarrassing. It seems as though my new bra feels moist when I add it to the wash.