ログインHe was glued to my smooth-looking pussy from a side position, but ever-changing the profile as he swung my torso about in different positions. The up skirt show he was treated to must have been the best in his lifetime because of my young age, natural beauty, incredibly tight body and erotic dress manner. He finished this set of exercises by spreading my knees out to their widest possible position and bringing my feet together in a holding position for a full six minutes. The fat outer labia lips of my cunt leaned outwards away from my clitoris, now very prominent with a gap either side of its hood, while the previously crinkled lips of my vagina were now taut and inviting a wide entrance to my honey pot.“Your whole body is tense, I can feel it,” he said. “We need to massage that tension out of you so that all these exercises will be worth the trouble to make sure your strained knee is okay from now on. Just take off your skirt so it won’t get soiled.” I lay there now like a goddess
June’s P.O.VEverywhere I went, I attracted attention. I liked that, and I didn’t care if people knew me as a prick teaser. My well-formed large boobs were firm and turned up at their points, peaked by wide, thick, puffy nipples. I exploited my sexual beauty at every opportunity, wearing sheer, skin-coloured low-cut bras that showed deep cleavage and blouses that didn’t hide a thing. I hoped that one day a professional photographer would discover me and put me on the road to fame and fortune.By nature, I thrived on teasing men with my natural beauty and provocative dress style, so I felt good about being a bit naughty now that my boss was convinced the old physiotherapist I was seeing that night about my crook knee wasn’t a dirty old perv after all. Sir, as I called him, had insisted on an after-hours re-enactment assessment once the staff went home, to check why the man took more than an hour to look at my knee after I tripped down the stairwell just a week earlier. I thought it was
Ryder’s P.O.V.It’s Monday, I called June into my office and closed the door.“June, I’ve been worried about you all weekend since you fell over in the stairwell and hurt your knee. Because I rang someone to see you urgently on Friday after work, and I am paying the bill, I want to make sure you got the treatment you deserve,” I say quietly.She tells me it went well, that the old man was surprised someone her age turned up in a teeny tight mini skirt, and that he spent about an hour and a half looking at her knee.“More than an hour for your knee?” I ask, surprised. She explains he was very thorough with lots of leg stretches.I look at her carefully. “Look, June, quite confidentially, I am considering whether to give you a very substantial pay rise as your work has been good, but I must insist that I am sure no one out there is taking advantage of you just because you are a beautiful young lady still in her teens.”She assures me no one is taking advantage of her and that she trust
He doesn’t waste time following the instructions. “So this is what he did?”“Yes sir, but a lot more. Now hold each leg up high and swing the leg around in a circular manner. You must keep doing this for at least ten minutes if you want to be exact with the old man on level 15.” He complies, but hardly ever takes his eyes off my revealing thighs. As he continued all the movements done by the old therapist, I saw the glint in his eyes and I knew he was enjoying this fact-finding mission. Uh oh, I think in horror, all this stretching and moving me about is making my G-string pants start to slip between my pussy lips. I should have known being one size too small might have its problems.“Show me what he did next,” he booms, now getting the hang of it. I rolled onto my side telling him he must now lift my legs up high without bending them and hold them there for a minute. He gawks greedily as these multiple stretching movements finally pull my flimsy G-string cover completely into the c
June’s P.O.V.It’s Monday, and I was back at work. My boss called me into his office and closed the door.“June, I’ve been worried about you all weekend since you fell over in the stairwell and hurt your knee. Because I rang someone to see you urgently on Friday after work, and I am paying the bill, I want to make sure you got the treatment you deserve,” he says quietly.“It went well, sir. The old man there was a bit surprised that someone my age turned up in a teeny tight mini skirt when everyone was going home for the weekend on his floor,” I replied candidly. “He did spend about an hour and a half looking at my knee.”He looks up, surprised. “More than an hour for your knee?” “Well, he was very thorough as it involved lots of leg stretches and that sort of thing.”“Look, June, quite confidentially, I am considering whether to give you a very substantial pay rise as your work has been good, but I must insist that I am sure no one out there is taking advantage of you just because y
I feel him moving my long legs wider apart and lifting each leg up high and outwards, then holding both legs and moving them up, out and around. My pussy lips become firmer and start opening and closing with the pressure. He keeps doing this for some time.“Okay, that’s good, June,” he says, “now turn over on your back while I massage this special healing oil into your knees. To get the best results, I must massage it towards your heart by going to the very top of your legs.”I notice he only slides his palms along my inner thighs, but I feel the heat working already. “Ooh, I think it’s already working as that feels oh, really penetrating,” I sing.“Best we slip you out of your skirt, young lady, so we don’t get it soiled,” he says. I helped him pull it down and over my feet to the floor. Lying on my back again, I am now virtually naked. The only clothing left is my tiny G-string resting on one side of my fat pussy. I look helplessly at his eyes, getting an uninterrupted full-frontal







