The Interrogation (pleaseteaseme & NileGoddess)
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				Post by: <strong>pleaseteaseme</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 02:30:16</strong>
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				Paul Benaglio sat in his prison cell on the small, uncomfortable bed. For the seventh day in a row he curses his luck on how he ended up here in the depths of Government HQ, a prisoner.<br><br>It all started eighteen days ago when he was approached by two men of a former employer, an employer who you don't mess with, even if you are the best thief currently in operation today. Paul expected he was in for some trouble, had the underworld crime lord found out it was he who had stolen from him before? Had he upset one of his many associates? The answer however, was no. Instead he wanted to work with Paul. Initially he didn't divulge into too much detail, instead deciding to tell Paul of his need for someone good, infact not just good, but the best man money could buy for the job. Sat in his large chair the otherside of a large oak table, the man didn't even bat an eyelid when Paul stated his price of $1,000,000 per job, instead calmly saying he'd make him a very, very wealthy man if he could pull off this job.<br><br>Every professional likes a challenge, but this job shocked even Paul, the Government Building in the middle of the city was the target. The man wanted documents on the highest ranking members of the organisation, on top of blueprints to all official buildings within the city. Despite this, he accepted the deal. What followed was 1 week of surveillance, research and planning. Come the night of his theft and his plan worked perfectly, as usual. Thinking to himself as he left the building he would be in paradise this time tomorrow, surrounded by beautiful women, fast cars and more money than he could ever possibly need. As per the plan, the documents were to be deposited at various locations around the city, that way even if one was seized, the others would not. After visiting 8 different locations, Paul had arrived at the last, a small apartment near to the shopping district of the city, and it was here things would go wrong. Upon hiding the last blueprint within the apartment, a loud crashing was heard, and a swarm of agent's stormed the place, there was no escape, not even for someone of the talents of Paul.<br><br>He was detained on suspicion of theft, breaking and entering, and assault before being promptly taken back to the building he'd robbed not hours earlier. Lieutenant followed Captain who followed Officer, as he was quizzed again and again for information, but they were no match for someone of the experience and charisma of Paul Benaglio. He answered every question, his reasons for being places checked out, his plan seemed to be faultless until WHAM, a blueprint was slapped onto the desk in front of him. It'd been found in the apartment after 2 days and 3 searches of the place. Whilst it wasn't a particularly important document, it was one that had been stolen, his DNA was found on it and there was now no reason for him to be released without a trial. The one thing Paul had in his favour was, they didn't know who he was working for, nor the location of the other items, and what use is there sentencing someone when they need more information, these documents are priceless, and in the wrong hands it could bring more than just the city to its knees. The attractive young man instead toyed with his interrogators, wild goose chase followed wild goose chase, every search came back negative, which only infuriated his captors more and more. After over one week of this, the Commander in his room snapped "THAT'S IT, CALL HER IN" and he stormed out, leaving Paul sat in his cell.<br><br>Now back in the present moment, Paul's cell door is pushed upon, and to his surprise, instead of the usual burly men, a group of rather attractive women enter. "Hi..." he says, in his most charming of voices, but before he knows it, he is being pushed back onto the bed, his hands being cuffed, and then his feet, as he is carried out of the room, the women having no time for manners or health and safety for that matter. Being bundled down a few corridors he is carried into an office, all he sees on the way in is a name on the door, "Dr Ivanski". The women drop him onto a chair, quickly restraining him to it, and then leaving as quickly as they had arrived, leaving Paul to pull at the restraints and wonder.
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>04-04-2010, 23:56:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dr. Natalya Ivanski slowly strolled down the hall of the government building, each dainty step ending in a solid ‘click’ as her high heels impacted the floor. Her thin duraluminum attaché case swung casually in her hand, the other holding a file which she held up to read. She had been carefully watching this suspect when he was first brought in, and after a few days she was certain her superiors would summon her to do her job.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It turned out she was correct, as she usually was. The interrogation of the suspect, Paul Benaglio, had failed, and now it would be up to her. His file was just for her to reference a few last minute details. He was fairly unassuming, as most professionals tended to be, but to her, that hardly mattered. All she needed to know was that he was a man, and the rest would come naturally.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She had requested that he be brought to her personal room. Not a typical office, but a small, empty interrogation cell at the end of the blocks. It was a nice quiet, private area for her, lacking any intruding cameras or two way mirrors. She rather disliked voyeurism; it was far more effective to be alone with her subject.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her superiors had given her the objective. Benaglio had stolen some sensitive documents, and though they had recovered some, they needed to find the rest of them as well. If he had already pawned them off, then it was her job to find out to whom. It depended on Benaglio, but Natalya hypothesized that with her time consuming technique, it might be the latter.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Natalya reached her destination, tucking the file under her arm as she curtly ordered the guard to unlock the door and remove himself from her presence. She clicked into the room and got a look at her subject. Her lieutenants had done well enough in restraining him, though eventually she might need to move him to a standing position to be effective.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Good afternoon, Mr. Benaglio,” she greeted in a cold, but polite voice with a heavy Russian accent. She set her attaché case on the small desk in the corner, along with the file. “I am Dr. Ivanski, and you will be telling me everything I wish to know.
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				Post by: <strong>pleaseteaseme</strong> on <strong>05-04-2010, 00:46:49</strong>
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				Paul could do little but sit, look around, and ponder what was to come as he sat restrained in the small office. He'd gotten used to his time mainly being spent waiting around for someone else to come and speak to him, to try and prize a little more information out of him, but as of yet, no one has gotten anything but a lie, much to his amusement. As far as he was concerned this next interview was to be no different.<br><br>Despite his now slightly more procarious restrained position, he was still brimming with confidence that his employer was now in full possession of all the remaining documents, and he'd be free before long due to a lack of evidence, what judge would sentence someone for being in possession of a document you could get a copy of from the city library? As he looked around the room he noticed it seemed different from the others he'd been in before, no mirrors on the wall, and a distinct lack of security cameras, him guessing he'd been moved to an area deeper within the HQ, most probably another of their pathetic attempts to make him worried in a bid for him to spill the beans, 'amateurs" he thought to himself with a chuckle.<br><br>After what felt like hours he finally heard the door open, his attention perking up as he spies the rather gorgeous Dr Ivanski enter. He watches as she walks over to the small table, it clear from the start she is all business, but Paul isn't too bothered about that. "Hello to you too Dr Ivanski" he replies with a smile, listening to her voice as she speaks, her accent most delightful. "But Doctor, as I've told the last 10 people who've spoken to me, I really don't know anything! All I've done is tried to cooperate, honest!" he replies to the doctor, his fun and games starting already.<br><br>Despite being here a week already, Dr Ivanski is the first woman to have interviewed him, infact before he was bundled into this room by the group of women not long before he's not sure he's seen any other women at all, bar that rather cute girl whom typed up his statement when he first arrived here. He sits in the chair facing the Doctor as she puts down her things on the small table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Interrogation (pleaseteaseme &amp; NileGoddess)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 19:26:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Natalya grinned as she consulted his file one last time before placing it back upon her desk. “Do not claim to be ignorant, Mr. Benaglio. If you were, you wouldn’t be here restrained in my office. No, you do know something, and I intend to find out what.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She released the clasps on her attaché case and opened it, keeping it turned so its contents remained hidden to her subject. On the very top, resting on various kinky instruments that were out of place in a government facility, were a pair of leather gloves. Natalya slipped them on; they were short, just coming to the butt of her hand. Unless she was working with lotions, the touch of supple leather was quite intense.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Still smiling, she turned and peered at her restrained subject through her black rimmed glasses, hands on her hips. Her silk blouse had quite a few buttons undone at the top, revealing a large creamy patch of cleavage. Her short skirt stopped at mid thigh, giving Benaglio plenty to admire of her sculpted legs in their dark stockings.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“But you are correct about one thing: you will try and cooperate. Now, would you care to tell me what it is I wish to know, or shall we simply begin?”
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				Post by: <strong>pleaseteaseme</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 23:14:29</strong>
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				Paul watched from his restrained position as Dr Ivanski opened her case, smiling to himself at his feigned ignorance, the last two interrogators had failed to even get a word out of him, but she was different, he couldn't put his finger on it, not yet anyway.<br><br>It was too his suprise that she pulled out a pair of leather gloves from the case, him expecting it to have been filled with files and photos. He had to admit, the Doctorr was all woman, and then some. Her outfit clung to her curves quite wonderfully. As she turned to look at him, he was able to look over her properly for the first time. His eyes moved up her smooth legs, over the curves of her hips, her slim waist and then stopping for a good look at the deep cleavage the Doctorr had on show, the way she stood hands on hips on emphasising her curves to him even more, much to his delight.<br><br>As he looked up into her eyes, framed by her glasses, he can see her smile, but it's a strange smile, not one he's seen before from an interrogator. He doesn't feel threatened, just greatly turned on by this woman and her actions and all she's done is say a few words and put on some gloves.<br><br>Being the man that he is, the Doctor's question only fills his mind with curiosity as to what she means exactly, all kinds of fantasies and sordid ideas run through his mind, the doctor's presence awakening a sexual hunger that had been quashed by his imprisonment.<br><br>"Please, go right ahead Doctor." he replied.
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 19:20:29</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Natalya raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow along with her smile. He was quite a confident fellow, it seemed. No doubt he would continue to think that for the next hour, perhaps two, then would realize just who she was and what she was here to do.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She drew close to him, leaning over and hooking one arm around his shoulders. From here, if he looked down and to the side, he would see right down her blouse. But before she gave him the option to, she reached down with her other hand and slowly rubbed the front of his groin.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Perhaps we should start slow, yes? Nice and slow.”&nbsp; Her hand continued to slowly grope, sliding smoothly over the front, and adding a tantalizing little squeeze at the bottom. It didn’t take long to feel his shaft grow hard and long beneath her palm and through his pants. “What did you hope to gain by stealing this information, Mr. Benaglio? Surely, you must have had a reason.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When she wasn’t whispering in his ear, Natalya breathed deeply. In between her teeth, then out through puckered lips, sometimes adding in a teasing pant. It created the illusion that she was sex driven, that she was going to do wild things to him to satisfy her urges. In reality, she remained cool and collected. Her work required much focus.
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				Post by: <strong>pleaseteaseme</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 22:59:14</strong>
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				His eyes focused on the soft curves of the Doctor as her body swayed so elegantly as she approached him, feeling her arm across his shoulders, her body so close to his sending a shiver of excitement through him.<br><br>The Doctor then allowed her hand to reach down and touch over his crotch area, he watched open mouthed as her leather covered hand rubbed over his most sensitive area. Having been imprisoned for the last week sex wasn't as far forward in his thoughts as it might normally have been, however the Doctors teasing touches soon reawakened his sexual desires, causing his penis to eagerly respond to her touch, it stiffening rapidly inside his pants. His mind was overcome with such intense feelings, it almost like he'd forgotten how good it felt to be stiff after the past few weeks.<br><br>It wasn't just her hand having an effect on him though, her warm breath in his ear, her soft words questioning him, her pants that made his sexual urges increase like nothing else as his mind begins to swim with all kids of ideas of what the Doctor will do to him.<br><br>His hips squirmed ever so slightly in the chair as all of this happens, he managed to tear his eyes away from her hand in his groin to reply to her, but is met by the sight of her deep cleavage as he turned his head, this only making his shaft become more rigid.<br><br>Paul's eyes remain on the chest of the Doctor as he replies to her questions. "But I haven't stolen anything Doctor, surely you believe me?" he asked. <br><br>"...and anyway, must we talk about such things at a time like this?". He replies with a slight smile, it obvious his mind now focused on something else.
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 07:26:15</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You forget that it is my job to interrogate you,” Natalya purred in his ear.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her soft petting continued. With her fingers, she outlined his cock underneath his pants, pressing the material over it. Up and down she squeezed lightly with her fingers, returning on the way down to lightly squeeze his balls.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She chuckled lightly to herself. Benaglio was a fool. Did he think she was here just to stroke out a load, like he was being rewarded for his silence? The teasing might seem like a welcome now, but he would soon begin to realize that his cock, and indeed, his entire body, was subject to her control and only hers.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I know that <em>someone</em> stole those documents, and that someone is likely the one before me right now.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She gave his cock one last rub with a playful pat, then moved from his side and to his front. Stooping at the waist, she began to undo his belt, and once it was free, worked open his pants and zipper. She then proceeded to tug down at the waist, pulling with it his underwear, and his hard cock popped out of the cloth prison.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You’ll find I am a very patient woman, Mr. Benaglio, but perhaps I am asking the wrong question. To emphasize her point, she gazed into his eyes, then took hold of his cock in her hand, massaging it lightly with her fingers only. “Do you enjoy the feeling of leather against your cock?”
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				Post by: <strong>pleaseteaseme</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 13:33:59</strong>
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				"...and a fine job of interrogating me you're doing Doctor" Paul replied with a wry smile, a deep gasp escaping his lips as her skilled hand continued to touch over and around his engorged manhood.<br><br>The continued touching of the Doctor's gloved hand felt incredible. His penis felt harder than he could remember, and his balls felt warm and full, he knew it'd be a wonderful orgasm, however he didn't know quite how far off it was yet.<br><br>Paul sighed softly as Ivanski removed her hand from his crotch, his penis craving more attention. He watched her as she moved around him, his eyes peaking at her perfectly curved bum as she bent and began to undo his belt. He felt his desires surge higher as the doctor removed his pants, pulling them and his under wear away in a single swoop.<br><br>"I'm not sure you'll find any documents in there Doctor" he smirked as his cock stood hard before the two of them.<br><br>Benaglio looked between his stiff member and the Doctor's gorgeous eyes which seemed to draw him in everytime her gaze met his. He felt in heaven as the leather coated fingers of the Doctor caressed his now naked cock, ready to lay back and be stroked to a powerful climax.<br><br>"I love it Doctor, it feels quite amazing" he replied, another soft gasp escaping his lips as the pleasure soared throughout his body. <br><br>Paul hardly felt like he was in prison, what with a gorgeous woman like Natalya Ivanski caressing his member.
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 02:07:01</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I’m very careful to take good care of these gloves,” said Natalya in a silken purr. “They stay very soft and smooth, almost feeling wet to the touch. I do not use them for just anything…”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her gentle massages gave way to slow, generous rubs. One hand on top of his cock, the other below, she ran her hands up and down, letting her fingers sift his member. The fine contours of the gloves ran across his head, rubbing over the crown and stimulating beneath it in his most sensitive spot.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She changed her rubs to strokes, circling his cock with both hands and pumping in earnest. Unless he was a very responsive man, he was still far from climax, so she held nothing back in her handjob. Her hands wrapped firmly around his member, methodically working the muscle like a machine. A very experienced machine.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“As a doctor, I am always interested in research into the human mind,” she said absently, eyes focused carefully on the cock in her hands. “How does a pair of leather gloves feel against your manhood, Mr. Benaglio? Can you feel each crease in the material as I rub my hands back and forth?”
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				Post by: <strong>pleaseteaseme</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 13:53:35</strong>
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				Paul relaxed back into the chair as the Doctor's leather covered hands continued to stimulate his stiff member, her soft massaging motions turning to a rubbing motion only increased the wonderful pleasure he was feeling.<br><br>A deep manly grunt of pleasure escaped his lips as her sultry Russian accent filled his ears and her fingers touched around the head of his erection sending waves of pleasure soaring throughout his restrained body. He smiled as she explained how her gloves felt against his penis, her description quite accurate as the soft, smooth leather felt delightful against the taught skin of his manhood.<br><br>Benaglio exhaled deeply, his breathing frequency increasing as the Doctor began to stroke his stiffness with more vigour now, he felt it stiffen further and his hips tried to rise off the chair in search of even more with every firm stroke of her talented hands.<br><br>His mind was awash with pleasure, never had he received such a perfect handjob in his life, her fingers rubbed, stroked and pushed every spot where he needed to be touched. Every stroke felt better and better, it was clear she knew what she was doing, and he was loving every second of it, it was like she knew his own penis better than he did.<br><br>Another murmur of pleasure escaped him as the Doctor spoke again, her questioning of her leather gloves only seeming to heighten the effect of them, they really did feel better than anything else he'd ever felt. His eyed remained locked onto the black leather gloves of the Doctor, as they had been the moment they first touched his erection, watching as they slid up and down.<br><br>His reply took a few seconds longer that it should, it hard to find the words to reply when being subjected to such pleasure. "Oh Doctor....they..they feel amazing, every touch feels soo good...so soft...it's like they're covered in lube" he replied, unable to hide his obvious enjoyment.
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 19:25:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Now that he was properly worked up, Natalya decided to work some detail into her technique. The head of the penis was the most sensitive spot on a man, and so she exploited it. With one hand firmly around his cock, she stroked down and held, pulling his skin tight and causing his head to flex. She used only her index finger and traced around the slit of his head with just the tip. The spongy flesh yielded easily beneath her, distorting to her finger.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She alternated between that method and running her finger around the circumference of his crown, making extra sure to prod up and down the area beneath his head several times. Then her finger once again returned to the slit, then around the crown in an endless glide.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Does this make you closer to coming, or farther away?” she wondered aloud. “I just want you to feel the most of what I have to offer, Mr. Benaglio. It would be a shame for you to come too soon.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her subject was still under the illusion that she was, for some reason, here to pleasure him. She would ask her questions a few more times while he still thought that. It wouldn’t be the first time she could charm an answer out of a subject. But if he continued to resist, then she would have to accelerate things. A good start for that would be the twine and vibrator.
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				Post by: <strong>pleaseteaseme</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 14:16:42</strong>
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				Despite being tied to a chair deep within the Government HQ having being arrested on suspicion of stealing confidential information, Paul Benaglio was having the time of his life. He couldn't believe it, after a week of interrogation he was now alone with this gorgeous woman as she pleasured him in ways he never could of imagined.<br><br>As her hands touched around the slit of his engorged manhood he let out deep gasps of pleasure as each touch of her fingers sent waves of pleasure jolting through him. His eyes watched as her gloved hands moved in a smooth motion, touching the most sensitive parts of his erection. He felt completely awash with intense pleasure as she repeated her cycle, her fingers over the tip, around the crown and up beneath the head, her talented hands causing a drip of precum to form at the tip.<br><br>As she stimulated him like this he felt his cock stiffening to levels he'd never felt before, the head looked purple and bloated, and it felt like it was getting bigger still as his muscles clenched and unclenched as he moaned and tried to squirm in the seat.<br><br>"It makes me feel closer, Doctor" he replied in a gasp, although it felt strange as her manipulations didn't have him racing towards a huge climax, instead it felt like her hands were instead just building the pressure inside of him.<br><br>Paul smiled as he spoke "Oh I agree Doctor, there is no rush when it feels as good as this", him happy to sit back and enjoy this intense pleasure for a while longer.
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 04:22:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Natalya shifted her technique once again, this time to something a little more robust. He was beginning to leak at the head, and she didn’t want to wet her gloves just yet. Eventually, she might rub in a salve that would warm his cock, but not until he had been given a full teasing.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She left his head alone, instead wrapping her hands around his shaft tightly and began to massage firmly. She wasn’t able to rub up and down, but she worked her palms around his rod, kneading the muscle. His head bulged from between her thumbs, now dripping and ignored. Her techniques would keep it that way too; as long as she worked his shaft, his head would pulse and beg for attention.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You know, if you were to tell me where you hid the documents, this wouldn’t have to be so formal,” she suggested carefully. “My superiors don’t take to kindly to relationships like that. However, if you were to tell me, we could release you, and then I could ‘release you’ myself in more private settings…”
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				Post by: <strong>pleaseteaseme</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 14:31:00</strong>
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				Paul let out another series of gasps as the doctor's skilled hands continued to stimulate his manhood.<br><br>As she changed her technique he felt the immense pleasure start to be challenged by the growing frustration of being stimulated without moving towards the release he so craved. As her hands just massaged the shaft he could feel his erection tingle, and he could feel the hot precum rising up his shaft.<br><br>His eyes watched the leather coated hands of Natalya as she carried on massaging his shaft, his eyes focuses on the head of his cock, it looking slightly more purple in colour and the head was slowly being coated with more and more precum. What was worse was the way the head, and that special spot just below the head were starting to pulse and tingle more and more, his body craving attention on the most sensitive areas of his penis.<br><br>The voice of the doctor interrupted his pleasure for a moment, her thick Russian accent only making her each and every word sound even more sultry and fuelled the ever growing lust inside him. His frustration grew a tad as well as she mentioned making him orgasm, as well as doing it somewhere a little more private with her, but he wasn't to the point where he couldn't think rationally.<br><br>"But doctor, I haven't any documents, can't we just forget about them?" he spoke out in between deep breaths, a grin spreading across his face as he thought about being in a more private location with the gorgeous doctor.
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