The Futa-Doctor Is IN!
I’m the meat in the futa-sandwich.
Dr. Sandra Lee Rogers was rapidly losing the capacity for rational thought, but the words streaked through her mind like a meteor, blazing and bright.
On the huge four-poster which dominated the bedroom in the old farmhouse, she knelt on all fours. In front of her was a woman she had met only a few weeks before. Jackie Sinclair was a tall, willowy blond, who, when standing, towered over Sandra by a good eight inches. But that didn’t matter much, since right now she was kneeling on the bed and Sandra was sucking her c**k with greedy gulps which could only be called enthusiastic. Behind her was Danielle Pearson. Dark-haired, dark-eyed, and olive-skinned, her Mediterranean beauty was a lovely counterpoint to Jackie’s cornfed Midwest
