The Hands That Lead

A hands on kind of leader…

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Friday July 10, 2015

Clare reclined in the dentists chair as the doctor reached over to the table and grabbed the ruby glasses.

“Ok, we’re going to do the laser whitening now so just put these glasses on to protect your eyes from the laser light.”

“All right doc.”

The doctor put them on her and then propped open her mouth as he activated the laser. 

Clare hardly noticed the small flashes of light that danced on the ruby lenses in front of her, but subconsciously her eyes followed the patterns.  Soon she hardly noticed the doctor working and when he stood up and left he entire focus was on following the now brighter streaks of light.

* * *

Clare was completely lost in the streaks when the doctor returned and checked the equipment beside her.  When he was satisfied he deactivated the machine and stood back.

Clare blinked once and then twice as she rose from the chair and stood up.  She looked down and something was wrong.  It was her clothes, she was wearing clothes.

She pulled her sun dress over her head and tossed it to the side.

She looked down at her tight body but something was still wrong, it was her underwear, she was wearing them.

She undid her bra and tossed it to the side with her dress, then she hooked her thumbs over her panties and pulled them down.

She rose back upright and felt better, but something in the back of her mind was still telling her something was wrong.

She looked around the room and saw the doctor, his white smock open and his dick at full attention.

Of course!  She sank to her knees, crawled over and placed her lips on the tip of his dick, right where they belonged.

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