Deanna Madden #1 The Girl in 6E Read Free Page A

the tongue is even less well documented but may be assumed to be a common sexual activity for men of all sexual orientations.” 2
    A CLIENT’S USERNAME can tell me a lot about the person. With descriptive usernames, like DoctorPat92 or 1HotLawyer, it is often who they are or who they wish they were. Numbers in a username typically stand for a child’s birth year, their graduation year, or their age. I have a lot of “doctors” that pass through my chat room, but DoctorPat is, for once, an actual doctor. And as you might guess, I occasionally have a need for one.
    DoctorPat92’s real name is Dr. Patrick Henton. He is a fifty-five-year-old general practitioner in a little town in Maine called Buckfield. According to reviews on Google, he is well liked and competent, though I don’t know how competent the sole doctor in a town of nineteen hundred people needs to be. He is more than adequate for my basic needs. A sequestered individual, with no access to the outside world, has to work pretty hard to get sick or injured. My basic needs revolve around one thing—drugs. Not for me, but for Simon. I’m sure DoctorPat thinks I am the painkiller addict. I don’t really care what DoctorPat thinks. He writes me prescriptions, and I watch him take eight-inch dildos. It’s a win-win for both of us.
    Our chat sessions started out normal enough, and in the way that most relationships do.
    DoctorPat92: hey
    “Hi, Doc. My name is Jessica. What’s yours?”
    DoctorPat92: Pat. Patrick, if you want to be formal.
    I laughed, cross-legged on the bed, a wide grin on my face. “I’m not formal. So, Pat. Are you a doctor?”
    DoctorPat92: yes
    “Wow! I always fantasized about being with a doctor.” I widened my eyes and moved to my knees. “And what are you interested in tonight?”
    DoctorPat92: you. can u take off your clothes?
    “Of course. All of them?”
    DoctorPat92: u r beautiful
    DoctorPat92: yes. slowly please.
    DoctorPat92: slower
    DoctorPat92: thx. now lay, just like that, and tell me about yourself.
    I stopped physically typing my responses a long time ago. Most camgirls type and don’t speak. I don’t know if it’s because their English sucks or if it’s because they are in a camming sweatshop of sorts, where if all of the girls were talking, it’d sound like a Russian call center. Men don’t want to know that they are one of many. They want to imagine a girl in her bedroom, no one else around, wanting to talk only to them. I think the fact that I talk adds to my popularity. The fact that I am American, an oddity in itself, is also a big draw. So the client experience is one reason I don’t type. The other reason is that it’s really hard to type and masturbate at the same time, at least for me. The men don’t seem to have a problem with it.
    We were eight chats in before DoctorPat hooked up a webcam. I like when I can see the clients. It’s funny how your mind will create an image of a person and how wrong your mind almost always is. My mind wasn’t too far off with DoctorPat. He was utterly nondescript, a typical adult male in his fifties, with a head of thick salt-and-pepper hair, average build, and average looks. What I found more surprising from DoctorPat’s streaming video was that he was dressed, wire-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, looking as innocent as if he were sitting down to Skype with his grandchildren. The second time he displayed his cam, I asked him about it.
    DoctorPat92: can you see me?
    “Yes. The video just came up. Hey!” I waved excitedly, as though I’d been waiting all day to see him.
    DoctorPat92: good. Sorry, can’t use audio. My wife is downstairs.
    “It’s okay. Is that why you are dressed?”
    DoctorPat92: yes
    He seemed as if he were going to type more, so I waited.
    DoctorPat92: plus
    DoctorPat92: I’m not ready for u to see what I like to do
    “Why?”
    DoctorPat92: it’s weird
    I laughed. “I assure you, it’s not weird. And weird isn’t necessarily a bad