Moments later, her hand held my hair and pulled me back. She looked into my eye and asked what was I doing. I told her that I was trying to make her f...el better. She told that she does not need that way.I was disappointed. After dinner, we went to sleep in the bedroom. I slept with her. She was sleeping at the other end of the bed and me on the other side of it. I turned again to sleep properly.As I turned, I looked into her body for a second chance and went near her. As she was in a deep. She then kicked off her shoes and stood on the freezing floor. Jeez, it must have been fifty degrees in this place, she thought. Involuntarily she shivered. She unbuttoned her nice black pants and slid them down to her ankles. Next she hooked a thumb into each side of her white panties and slid them to her ankles as well. She stepped out of her bottoms in one motion and was reaching for the paper gown on the counter top beside the examining table when the door opened. The receptionist rushed. "Well, those are two ways to cum, but there is a third ..." A handjob?" she queried suspiciously, "I kind of always thought those were pointless. I mean you could do a much better job yourself than I could." she responded.I had heard this theory advanced by gals in both high school and college, but I always respectfully disagreed. Personally, I always loved getting a handjob and rarely did I find that I did a better job of it than a female."No way. I guarantee you'd do a much better job of. I knew it would. That orgasm wassomething special. It was incredible, but I doubt I could every go thatlong without cumming ever again. I started walking around my room andhallway and saw the staff smiling at me as I passed. They wereincredible. Although, I'm sure they're extra happy knowing now they'llget paid for all their hard work. There was Caitlyn, adorable asalways. I noticed her looking up from some paperwork, and she smiled atme through her hair. I felt the twinge in my rectum..