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He had several colleges coming to him on bended knee, but Stephanie’s father was the one that convinced him that this was the place to be.
    “Are you a man or mouse? Stay quiet, close your eyes and let it happen naturally. I want you to begin by flexing that internal muscle over and over again. Don’t stop. I think that you’ll be surprised by the results.” “ I’ve always wanted to try this and having him that close is the best way to feed on the orgasm that is simmering right there on the surface. I see his cock flexing and the way that his eyes scrunch up with concentration and I can tell that this is not going to take very long.” Stephanie decided at the last minute to strike a match to the gasoline. She put her hands on his chest and tweaked his nipples making him cry out.
    “I’m cumming… I can’t believe I’m cumming like this… AHHHHHHH.” Brock opened his eyes and saw Stephanie smiling. The back of her hand was covered in his stuff. He continued to shoot what was left inside, until he was lying back with an air of contentment. He had to glance at the mess he made. He noticed that the door was wide open. Stephanie had left him after the moment of sweet release. He had to smile at the way that she had easily turned the tables and made it unnecessary for him to jump her bones right here and now.
    Stephanie was walking down the hallway with her doctor’s bag with a big smile on her face that she’d never experienced before.
    Stephanie had waited all day, but that house call was something that she could not walk away from. Offering that kind of personal attention was not something that she did on a regular basis. There were only a select few that had been deemed necessary to provide that kind of service. It was usually with those that were suffering needlessly and needed her kind of pain management. That was not the case with Brock. She could’ve easily waited for the next day, but for some reason she was hell bent on seeing him again and not necessarily in a professional manner. “ I know that he’s not my type. I’ve got this feeling if I go there tonight that I’m going to have something to confess to my local priest. Why did it feel so good to be around him? I didn’t feel like myself. What is it about this man that has me so tied up in knots that I have this desire to let my fingers do the walking?” She had a light supper which consisted of a chicken salad. She didn’t want to fill up in case Brock was going to surprise her with some kind of extravagance upon

entering his home. She drove over there with her fingers drumming on the steering wheel. She continually played over what had happened today. She shook her head several times not quite believing that she had done such a thing. It was entirely out of her comfort zone and not something that she would have done if she had any time to think about it. “ My heart is filled with him and the image of his body and the way that he laid there and took my form of abuse was magical. I can’t even see straight and I need to get him out of my system. One look in his direction and I knew he understood that I was a goner. I just couldn’t get enough and I can’t wait for him to fill me up. I’m going to give up and let this man throw me down on the mattress and ravage my body.”
    Stephanie heard her phone ringing and touched the pad to announce her father. “You didn’t tell me what you found. You left before you gave me your findings. I need to know where I stand with Brock and if I have to even entertain the idea of not having him on the field this weekend. I know that this is not how you normally work, Steph, but I’m at my wit’s end. I don’t have anybody better than him, but I could probably muddle through without him if I have to. I just don’t think that it would be good for his career to be sidelined on one of the most important games of the season. I promised him that I would whip him into shape and turn him into the kind of