She worked in a private firm, engaged in the diagnosis and treatment of BPH. One of the doctors was a young lady, but in the body - with a stomach, a lush bust, a poppy, such a smiling valkyrie. And always walked on heels and with light makeup - a very even attractive stitch.



But her profession was a venereologist, and patients in her office usually experienced all sorts of mental pain and horror when they were told the diagnosis. And then physical, when burging began, all kinds of irrigation, etc. Often they had to be encouraged, they were already hurt or sometimes cried.



And here came to her for a reception of Georgians, you see that it hurts a man. She asked to put down her pants and took the tools for scratching. It turns - and he stands in all combat readiness, an erection though the walls are broken. She lost the gift of speech. And the poor Georgian from embarrassment and embarrassment "Listen, I'm not hatel, honestly, yeah?! But you’re so young and beautiful here, and I’m a bas of pants. That’s what he wants, I can’t do anything!!”