The dentist’s surgery was full of seventeen-year-old teenage boys, fifteen or more. Then I remembered it was Doctor Sangey’s Wednesday morning surgery.
Rumour had it she loves young cum. One lad, in the corner, looked nervous; it must have been his first time. The lad that made a new appointment, the one with cum stains on his trousers, sported an evil grin.
I was in for a long wait…
“Mister Sangey,” the receptionist piped up, waking me from partial slumber.
“Yes,” I shouted.
“Your wife has finished her oral examinations,” she said, smiling. “She’ll see you now.”
