"Come in" Spoke the same voice I wasn't quite prepared for what I saw when I walked in. Dr. Sheppard was far from a disappointment. She had long dark hair tied in a neat ponytail. She wore black framed glasses that suited her gentle face perfectly and Fucking highlighted her green asstomouth eyes and Hardcore dark eye liner. She was slim and classy, wearing a black, knee length, pencil skirt over dark tights on her sleek legs. The doctors tight white blouse hugged her figure as it tucked into her dress, pulling tight around her well sized breasts and highlighting the black bra beneath. Subtle jewellery and black heels completed her sophisticated appearance. She slowly spun in her chair to face me. "Take a seat, I'm Dr. Sheppard" I sat down, still slightly taken aback by the doctors beauty. "So, you have a scar you want me to look at? The notes I've been given are brief, where abouts is the scar?" She asked "It's errr, on my penis" Dr. Sheppard sat up in her chair slightly. "Oh. Well errr, standard procedure is that a male doctor would see to you in this case. Would BDSM you like me to rearrange your appointment for when Dr. Johnson is back?" "To be honest, I think it's mostly healed, I just wanted a second opinion. Is there no way you could just take a quick look?" I asked, hopefully "I really shouldn't" Dr. Sheppard answered "But, I suppose Dr. Johnsons absence is quite an inconvenience for you" anal She sighed "Strip from the waist down and hop up on the bed. "Can't you anal just…" she waved her hands emphatically, miming her idea of what magic looked like, "use that magic to get more? I looked at him and realized it wasn’t a question, more of a statement. Like the one about getting fucked by a pack of hung futanaris Pokemorphs. “I dunno, Hardcore honestly.” I started. “So many strange things are going on at our college,” she said. The memory still burned--me getting thrown in a gray car not long after school got out on September 28, stretched out on the crumb-coated floor of the backseat, with men’s shoes pressing me down, rubber-stamping red ridges in my skin, with a “Shh, you’re okay, baby” for every BDSM whimper and a stomp on the throat for every scream. As the music started playing, he turned me around and started to slowly grind asstomouth on me. He had his left hand on my waist holding me in place as I could feel his cock swell against my ass. "Thank you cousin, as I said I will do all I can to not give you doubts again." What the hell kind of a question was that? This was... incredible. This morning she didn’t, she just knocked and then left. At first we thought the Danes were Fucking having a lay-in but then they came into view jogging down the beach towards The Monkey House. I watched in amazement as Gabby coated the dildo with k y and stepped up on the bed behind her and pushed her onto all fours her tits rubbing against my hairy chest as she had the thing inserted into her ass. She had strong legs and the most beautiful shoulders you've ever seen. His finger found her center and he slid into her. Instantly she was wet again and she couldn't help wonder what it would feel like to have her son's cock in her wet pussy. Gently she shaved me completely bald from my waist to my mid thighs.