Rebecca glanced around the store conspiratorially. “I’m not really supposed to do this, but for Rachel’s family, I think I could probably give you my employee amateur discount.” “Are you sure? That’s really sweet of you.” “Of course. You just have to promise to make sure you go visit her soon. I know how important her family is to her.” “Before the week is through, Rebecca.” She smiled, rang up my purchase, and I left the store about 15 minutes before closing time. A quick stop at home, and then I thought I would go and see RJ, now that he’s finally back home. Dr. Olsen walked with confidence. The click of her short heeled shoes against the linoleum floor was quite noticeable in the otherwise silent hallway. The only other people skinny nearby were a few nurses going about their business, all wearing white dresses that exposed more than a hint of leg and cleavage. Olsen was dressed more conservatively in a white jacket, pale blouse, and loose business slacks. It petite was an outfit that wouldn’t have raised eyebrows in a real hospital. She flipped pov through the papers pinned to the clipboard in her hand. It was more for something to do than anything else, she had already memorized everything there. Her first patient of the day was someone Dr. Olsen had been looking forward to meeting ever since the appointment was scheduled. She had met the man’s wife at the local BDSM club a few months ago. They had hit it off and had been slowly getting to know each other better ever since. They were still casual acquaintances, really. She had never been introduced to the husband. Dr. Olsen stopped at one of the many doors spread throughout the hallway. The room number matched what was Hardcore on the paperwork. She pulled it open and peered inside. It was a small waiting room with a scuffed floor and light blue wallpaper. There was a small desk to the left, a couch to the right, and a locked door in the far wall. A naked man sat on the couch. He was relatively young, clearly no older than twenty, and gave off an effeminate impression with his soft jaw and a lower body completely clear of any hair. I felt my dick head pop past her ass amateur muscle and stopped. He wanted to stay in the bathroom with Aunt Lisa. I look up to see her eyes locked on mine. It turned out there were two Hardcore large bedrooms on this floor, just off the recreation room. I just collapsed on Mike because I was spent. “You were probably so overloaded with endorphins,” Becky said, “branding skinny the Declaration of Independence on you in one inch letters would have felt petite good.” He had that pov evil smirk on his face. John asked. After they left, I checked my phone. When we get home he kisses my cheek and wish me goodnight and thanks for picking her up.