Chapter Eighteen
Margaret appeared just after lunch, smiling and sunny. She wore gold earrings and her dark hair glimmered. “Hi, my sweet!”
“Hello, doctor.” Andrea closed the curtain.
“I suppose I'm looking forward to the weekend.” Margaret casually opened her jumpsuit and sat down. “You have plans?”
Andrea elevated the chair. “Plans? What sort of plans could I possibly have?”
“Oh, I don't know.”
Andrea stepped into place. Margaret was touching herself with both hands, pulling apart her labia and pressing them together. Her c******s was prominent. Andrea raised her hands.
“Yes, yes. Touch me.”
Andrea touched the wetness and stroked upward. “Yes, yes.” Margaret buried her c******s and Andrea's finger in her labia.
“Yes, yes. It's coming. It's coming.” Margaret moved her hands more
