A dodgy guy, chewing a toothpick, his hair slicked back,  walks in with a squirming, whimpering burlap sack over his shoulder, shapely calves with fuck-me-red pumps sticking out underneath, his arm steadily curved over the thighs and inner knees.<br/><br/>"Yea...I'm the eleven o'clock. Wonder if the doc does any... pre-sales certifications...you know value increasing papers that state a girl is clean and fertile, that kinda shit.."  The girl on his shoulder starts to buck and wriggle her feet, her sounds are clearly muffled by a gag, but she seems to beg for help.  He sighs and hits her hard on her buttocks.  "I told you to be quiet, little one...or else....". That alone seems to make her freeze and he grins. "She's a fast learner.  So...uhm yeah...general check up and certification...wouldn't mind if i could stock up on like sedatives and birth control either....does the doc take care of things like that ? "