Chapter Eight
We’ll Make You c*m, Kathleen
Kathleen stood in the medical office, nervously waiting for Doctor Scott. She tugged at her nurse’s uniform, smoothing every wrinkle caused by her abundant breasts swelling out under her starched white blouse. Her milk-white teeth bit her ruby lip. Will he like me? Will he let me stay. Oh, God, I’m so scared he will send me back to the school. I couldn’t bear the disgrace.
Footsteps approached from down the hallway.
He’s coming. Oh, please—please, let him like me!
The paneled oak door swung open and a handsome young man in a three-piece suit strode into the room. His eyes swept the length of her pleasingly plump body, her few extra pounds making her an even more irresistibly desirable in his eyes. He gazed at her face framed in the angelic cl
