I shake his hand very formally. ‘I’m Cassandra.’ ‘Nice to meet you.’ He says softly. He looks into my eyes. I’m paralyzed. Then he breaks ...he spell and continues taking stuff out of the box. I am reassured and mesmerised by the sure way his hands work with everything. He takes a large needle and a small vial and injects my foot even though I can’t feel a thing. Then he puts gloves on and cleans my foot with something that smells like alcohol. I watch in fascination as the needle threads in and. I’d been to her house before. It was grand, Georgian and rather bohemianly adorned with tapestries, art works and curios. “Be here at 7." When I got there, the outer door was open onto a small porch with a tiled floor. The inner door, its top half of frosted glass, was closed and a little hesitantly I rapped on it. I waited for what seemed an age before her distorted form appeared the other side of the door."If you don’t say the right words, I’m not letting you in nor will I ever teach you. I looked down and saw almost all of her left naked breast except for the nipple. Once again I got a big whiff of her smell and could feel myself growing weak. I could now feel my penis moving a bit. This is going to be a long night I thought. I shook my head again to clear out the vision of her white firm breast as well as that smell.Looking toward the open window, I stepped back into the doorway. I turned back and said to her. “Do you always keep this window open? Aren’t you worried someone. "No worries. No harm done." She looked up at me, as her soft hands glided across my thigh. Our eyes met as her little finger brushed accidentally against my pussy. Enough to make me gasp. "Oh God. Sorry." "Don't be," I replied. "It's fine. Nice in fact." She raised her eyebrows. "You've stopped," I remarked. Her fingertips touched my skin once more and, as she looked me straight in the eyes, those fingers slid between my legs and brushed against my pussy. I moaned and closed my eyes; opening my.