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The room was well lit, with that kind of medicinal lighting. Bright and unfeeling. I was slightly chilly as I sat on the cold leather bench, awaiting his arrival. He knew it was sheer torture for me to be sitting there, waiting, anticipating his arrival and his words. Just the thought of him coming in the room at any given time, gave me electric shivers.

The door handle rattled, I tensed as he walked into the room. He looked incredibly dark and handsome, as always. His jet black hair fell in lucious waves, the kind of hair any woman yearns to run her fingers through. His icey, blue eyes framed by a black, thick fringe of lashes, the kind of eyes I could simply melt into. His voice.. deep and dark...his lips full and soft, telling me all the things he was going to do to me in the coming days, weeks and months.

How he will lay me across his bed and position me so he can have the access he desires. How he will mark me as his own, with his special brand. How he will use his tool to bring me the satisfaction we both desire. Imagining his large, manly hands caressing my breast...teasing the taut nipple made my head swim and I closed my eyes to relish the thought.

"So my dear, do you have any questions?" he said in his husky tone.

"Excuse me?" I answered, shaking the cobwebs from my mind. "Oh, Dr. Bastin, I'm so sorry, my mind was somplace else." Blushing, I lowered my head and placed my hands in my lap. "No, I do not have any questions, you have explained everything to the last detail." "Very well," he said, "I'll be seeing more of you in the coming weeks and we'll further discuss the way your body may react to the treatment I have outlined for you." He smiled that sexy smile, told me I could get dressed, and before waltzing out of the room, his tongue brushed his full, sweet lips and he winked.

So there I was, alone again, to revel in my own fantasies, about a man who will lay me on his table, brand me and use his tool..

.....his tool to deliver my radiation treatments.

Giggling to myself, I got dressed and left the office with a smile upon my face.

Happy Halloween.. and here's hoping all your goulish fantasies come true and you get what you desire in your trick or treat bag. ;)

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