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 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 him and motioned him over. She patted the sofa to her right indicating she wanted him indian to sit. He reluctantly sat about three feet away, leaving enough room for 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 homemade 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 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 armrest. It was as if she had never raised her voice. “You must get a lot of practice massaging your wife’s feet.” “Yes Ma’am.” He answered in a monotone voice. “What does your wife do, Captain?” “She is a floor nurse at our local hospital, Ma’am.” “Oh…I’m sure her feet ache and hurt just as much as ours do after a amateur long surgery procedure.” “Yes, Ma’am.” She was speaking in a calm normal voice now like they were close friends. It was as if she had a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde personality. Captain Winston felt humiliated. That’s why he couldn’t understand why he was getting an erection while massaging her feet. It never happened when he massaged his wife’s feet. Dr. McLemore could feel his hardness and knew he was the submissive she has been looking for. She decided to test him further. The other one (who was just wearing a pair of CK boxer shorts told me to stand between them like the jam in a sandwich. His hands grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head where his right paw was plenty big and strong enough to hold them both indian as if in handcuffs. She said after a few of my questions. It made me so angry. I watched her large, round boobs dangling free as she bent and took the cigarette from my hand. Yeah, it was amazing. Her breaths were getting shallower and faster, and I could feel her hips start to spasm and her legs shake beneath me. “If amateur you 2 are going back to England the day after tomorrow how about we make tomorrow a special day?” How many of those are there?” “Wow, I can’t believe you have homemade such a big dick!” Jenn chuckled “I’ve never seen one in person up close.”