“Fuck,” he moaned as he backed me into the wall. “I’m not here for sex or to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” His hands roamed my body. “But your body is talking to me. Can I answer it?” The air drained from my lungs, and a muffled yes escaped my lips. Dr. London bent his knees and lifted me into the air. When he positioned my thick thighs around his neck and shoulders, I nearly came on myself. I could feel his breath on my panty-less clit. I didn’t know what this man was doing to me, but I was pleased.
