“This is the first surgery I have every assisted in where Dr. McLemore was the chief surgeon in which she didn’t grumble and groan and cuss and throw things around the O R like some kind of crazy person,” another nurse remarked.”Everything was so quiet and peaceful. I was really beginning to think we had crossed over into the twilight zone.” “I don’t know what you did to her Captain, but whatever it was, please keep doing it,” a third surgery nurse commented. Captain Winston didn’t comment on any of their remarks. He knew never to discuss a commanding officer in front of other personnel. He closed the patients and excused himself. He headed straight to the physician’s lounge for a cup of strong coffee. It had been a grueling procedure and he needed his caffeine to kick start his brain. There were approximate 15 physicians relaxing in the doctor’s Hardcore lounge. Captain Winston got a cup of black coffee then searched for a quiet corner in which to retreat. He rounded a divider and saw Dr. McLemore seated on a sofa with her bare feet resting on a coffee table. He tried to duck away, but she saw fetish him and motioned him over. She patted the sofa to her right indicating she wanted him to sit. He reluctantly sat about three feet away, leaving enough room for blowjob another person to sit between them. Captain Winston patiently sipped his coffee and waited for her to say something. She didn’t say a word and he began to feel awkward and wondered if he should initiate a conversation. She was the one who invited him to sit, so he decided to let her initiate the dialogue. Without warning Dr. McLemore swung her legs around and dropped her bare feet into the Captain’s lap. “Massage my feet, Captain.” Captain Winston was taken aback and without thinking said, “I beg your pardon?” Dr. McLemore’s face turned blood red and she bellowed, “When I tell a subordinate to do something I expect them to do so without question.” Her angry voice resonated throughout the physician’s lounge. Physicians in close proximity moved away while others chose to leave the lounge. Captain Winston was embarrassed, but put his coffee down and cumshot began to massage her feet. He was beginning to understand why she had trouble keeping surgical assistants. He massaged each toe individually then massaged the balls of her feet with his thumb. “You are quite good at this Captain,” she said as she laid back on the sofa, propping her head on the teen armrest. It was as if she had never raised her voice. I wonder how she managed cumshot to breathe with her head positioned like that. Besides, these mosquitos are driving me nuts.” He’d save me, he said. I slowly grind my hips against his dick in his pants, he pressed it harder against me moaning, I wrap my leg around his hips as he kisses down my neck, my legs are wrapped around his waste as I continue to grind my hips against his monster cock, I am so wet and turned on that Hardcore I moan and he teen blowjob grinds upwards into me. “Why? "Let me see what you are wearing then Julie." She made a fist and gave her mother the universal sign used to signify ‘male masturbation’ and said,” You know, jacking a guy off.” Simon then positioned himself behind her, placing both his hands on her lower back for support and commenced inserting his cock into his cousin’s tight asshole. fetish I turned to the class. She spread her legs wide and bent over, her body almost folding in half. When I woke up Jon was sat on the balcony reading. She had long ago discovered that in such circumstances men were usually just so predictable.