After a brief awkward silence, Keller adds "But it would look funny if we didn't take care of our passenger first. So let's process McKissick first."
The next thing you know you're in a conference room at the police station and Lane and Keller come back to you, but this time with someone new. She wears conservatively cut clothing, along with glasses and her hair up in a tight flaxen bun, and yet there is no denying that this is a German beauty complete with gunboat gazongas straining forth against her crisp white blouse.
"This is Dr. Burger, you violation counselor," says Keller.
Dr. Burger is quite calm and serious in her work, sitting before you with her notepad ready. "Hello, Nick. It will help everyone, including yourself, if we go back over the details of your kidnapping and violation."
You oblige, not really recalling how you were actually kidnapped. Dr. Burger shakes her head a little in sympathy as you relate your being tied down to the bed.
"Now, Nick, was that all? She never got beyond fellatio? ... And did she harm you?"
"Never."
"Nonetheless, it will be useful to our case to see if she left any marks on you. If you would please, Nick -- take off your pants." She smiles kindly at your slight reluctance. "I need to know -- and we're all professionals."
Once you obey, though, it seems to you that Dr. Burger gets very ... quiet, although her breathing comes a bit harder and heavier and she suddenly develops a habit of licking her lips. She gingerly touches and clasps you upper shaft and slowly and closely examines it.
"I must admit, it looks totally healthy. But Nick ... I'm concerned that a trauma like this could unnecessarily alienate you from women. I assure you, we're not at all like that bad, bad Jill 'Red' McKissick. We are in fact very loving. In fact ... let me show you."
Dr. Burger kisses you gently -- at least at first, although in mere moments a lot of tongue action gets involved. Once she breaks away, Lane volunteers her own deep kissing, and then finally Keller.
"it was so bad of McKissick to use you so selfishly, to not even allow you to get your rocks off," murmurs Dr. Burger. The next thing you know, she's using your freely oozing pre-cum as lubricant as she gently works her open fist -- open because of your sheer alarming girth -- up and down your shaft. The next thing you know, a conspiracy of three different feminine open fists are gently pumping your shaft. You're tempted to warn Dr. Burger that you'll never truly get your rocks off, that you'll never go down ... but for the moment, you wonder how this is all going to play out ... |