Off to my left is the living room, where I spent most of my time in front of the TV or yacking on the phone. And here’s the wierd part: he wasn’t even “model-gorgeous” or “surfer-boy”, which is usually the type of guy that I’m attracted to. Anal sex Just after lunch, I was cleaning up after one of the patients and was squatting down on my heels with my back to the door. I’m not sure how long this one lasted, but it felt like everything was in slow-motion until it ended, wayyyyy too soon. I rolled my eyes, trying to look like I was brushing it off (was I somehow getting to be known as the “office slut”?), opened the door and looked at him. After the X-rays, I walked him into one of the exam rooms and got him situated and comfortable in the chair. I’m not THAT bad!” I said, playfully in my own defense. I had him step into the X-ray room, since Doc would need to see a full set of X-rays to plan any dental work.
