I finally arrived at my doctor's office and gave my name to the secretary. The secretary told me today was a special day; medical students were in to ...bserve. She handed me a form to sign in order to give the students permission to observe and/or assist during my medical examination. I thought, "Fine, whatever, I'm helping society train its doctors right?" "Cassidy Forde," my steamy doctor called from his door. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I walked into the closed room after him. Fuck,. She was uncomfortable in saying more, and I didn’t ask her to. My voice of reason kept repeating “principle #3, principle #3,” but she looked so vulnerable, exposed, and so goddamn gorgeous it was clear that I was going to help her; all three principles have hit the dust fleetingly registered in my brain. Also, my pet peeve (actually it’s stronger than that but I can’t think of another expression) is men who don’t treat women right. Julie had only a few clothes with her so after she cleaned. Told me it's for marriage. All that he wants me to look even more beautiful now.All Saturday's and Sundays I would be with him citing work pressure at home. 2 years passed like this , I sensed something is wrong . His sister was getting married , I was so happy for that . He didn't invite me to his home town . Made excuses , remained silent on our marriage . The frequency of our dates in his room were once a fortnight now . Howsoever I may resolve to not do it I would end up with sucking him. She paused by her door again, waiting to be let in, moving her hips, but I pulled her back further. She stared at me, confused, her pupils huge and black. ?You’re filthy,? I explained, ?I don’t want the car messy.? She nodded in sudden understanding, like it was a perfectly reasonable comment, then walked to the trunk – and that’s when I realized just how high she was. I opened the back seat door instead, and pushed her in, where she turned to her side. We had a blanket spread out.