Ch.85 Days After Dr. Carly”Annie gets a gold star…” the voice hummed before merging with a beat.Like a small boat on the ocean,Sending big waves,Into motion…Annie reached down as a warm purr tumbled through her body. She grabbed the silky brown ponytail bobbing between her legs and pulled. An agile tongue and sweet lips responded by dancing over her shiny, slick pearl in rhythm with the music. Annie’s other hand grasped the slender, manicured hand on her thigh tightly as the beat quickened. A fresh orgasm crescendoed.This is my fight songTake back my life songProve I’m alright song”Right therrrrrreeeee… suck me,” Annie growled, pulling hard on the woman’s hair; her legs wrapped around her lover’s naked body. Annie erupted with satisfaction.As she floated above herself, Annie noticed a cute gold star tattooed on her left hip flexor. Ashley lifted her head away from Annie’s sex slowly, smacking her lips. Her honey-brown saucer eyes intensely happy, AAA affixed a sultry kiss on that star.Annie woke up with a gasp… and a familiar itch. She scratched her mark, still quite clear, but now a deeper hue of purple. The “omega” never irritated Ankara escort her, but there was a kind of persistent warmth; a recurring fuzziness pleasing to service within it.Her hand slid to her soaking crotch as Sam snored softly beside her. It was the third dream this week. They’d just fucked as hard and long as a weeknight would allow. Annie easily slid two fingers inside herself (just a few months ago it would’ve been one). She grabbed her phone off the nightstand.*******Annie chided herself for her nerves. If she saw her, red cheeked and sweating like a nervous-nelly, sitting inside her car in the office parking lot looking at her phone every ten seconds….“It’s just a consult,” she reminded herself. “It’s free,” she smiled. “Dr. Carly wants to talk to me; she thinks I can really hit high levels with our quad.”Annie didn’t notice her own fingers tracing circles around her labia as she recalled Lauren’s follow-up; how Dr. Carly herself wanted to check in with her.How Lauren agreed with Dr. Carly (of course) that Annie was an excellent example of an “omega.”How high her quad could hit.How well positioned Ankara escort bayan they were to be ‘with the program.’How her quad could really ‘fuck each other up in all the right ways.’How Annie wanted to pay whatever rate was appropriate for the extra time.“Carly’s time must be really in demand,” she’d said. It had felt good just to say that out loud.“It’s Doctor Carly,” Lauren sternly admonished. That felt bad. Annie had wrung her hands and apologized profusely.Lauren’s sweet voice returned though. “You’re still learning Annie, and I’m here to teach you.” That felt a little better.Doctor Carly will call you tomorrow at 9:00 a.m. Make sure you can enjoy her in some privacy. Wear headphones. And the consult is free. “Now that felt really good. Bubbles floated and deliciously popped in her head. It wasn’t about money for Annie. The fact that it wasn’t for money for Carly — Dr. Carly — either made Annie feel so warm inside.As she watched the minutes on her phone tick by, she started absentmindedly stroking up and down her dampening pussy, her hand fully working inside the NSFW thong she’d picked Escort Ankara out this morning.When the phone rang through her earbuds precisely at 9:00 am, Annie couldn’t wait for the second ring.“Hello, this is Annie!” Oh, gawd! She sounded too eager.“Annie, such a pleasure to follow up with you, honey,” Dr. Carly sang. Friendly and informal, confident and commanding; the good doctor’s voice disarmed whatever Annie’s nerves might be trying to signal.“Dr. Carly, thank you so much for…for just everything,” Annie blurted out.“Oh Annie,” Dr. Carly gently chided. “You should thank yourself for investing in the program. It pleases me to be help wonderful women like you realize your full happiness and capabilities. More is good, right?”“More is good,” Annie repeated back to the doctor, feeling the blood rush to her quickly emerging clit.From there on things got fuzzy for Annie. A“more is good” kind of fuzzy. Dr. Carly was speaking. And she was listening. But what exactly was being said, taught…instructed, was in the background of a delightful hum in Annie’s brain.One far-off day Annie would liken it to the lyrics of an R and not by her husband.She’d been such a nice lady to him, and so had Sam; both the kind that would stop and ask him how his family was doing, or talk Sixers with an old retired cop when half these folks wouldn’t give him the time a day! She’d seemed like a model wife and worker But now? What on earth happened?