Of course, I had suffered the depths of despair with the breaking up with Tiffany, my little sister's best friend. That was a period I was trying my b...st to forget because I had become incredibly attached to the anally-oriented young girl with the winning smile.Everything seemed to be on track for me these days and I even had a date with Mrs. Stern for this evening that included her introducing me to her newly purchased "toy" that she gleefully demonstrated on almost every visit to her happy. Miller said with an air of authority in her voice. I felt the testicle scanners tightening a little more around each of my sore balls. Even though it was supposedly only ‘a little more pressure,’ it was a canyon of pain. ‘Uuuuuuhhhhhh!!’ I yelped even louder than before. ‘That’s enough pressure, Dr. Minoko. We have a solid reading.’ Dr. Miller said. The tightening around my testicles stopped (thank goodness. I didn’t think I could take much more abuse). I saw some more movement around me. " "Good, and your name is Spencer, right?" "Yes, mam and you are Brandy." "You got it. See you tomorrow night." Maybe I didn't contact her earlier because Brandy was at least ten years older than me. She was well put together but a little intimidating. With this second meeting, I just decided to go with the flow and follow my instincts. I was greeted at the door by the twin girls who were jumping up and down with excitement. They took my hands, one on each side, and nearly dragged me into. Easy.His therapist, Ms Inari Kitson, watched him dispassionately. It didn't help she was a fine-looking woman, an absolute fox. She could have been a model back in her youth, still could. She had an elegant, almost aristocratic face with high, finely-defined cheekbones. Long silky-smooth platinum-blonde hair flowed down onto her shoulders. She seemed neither embarrassed nor conceited about her beauty. It just was.Marshall wished he could be so unconcerned about his appearance.He took his hands.