Whiskey at the Gyro-Practor

Whiskey had her first chiropractic experience this past week.  She was a little nervous because first-time doctor visits are always awkward, and Fancy wasn't there to break the ice.

**Side Note--Whiskey actually did something on her own...Yes, this is Fancy, yes I'm a jerk!
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So there I was (Whiskey here now) just me and the gyro-practor.  With his beautiful, blue eyes, and his exquisite smelling cologne, he told me to take a deep breath and lay back on his hand.  At which point, he laid on top of me and popped my back...not just once, but twice.  When I sat up, he asked if that felt okay.  With a smile on my face, I said, "That was AMAZING!"  He smiled back at me, like a lover after an intense orgasm.

He again laid me down on his bed and proceeded to give my neck a workout.  He breathlessly whispered in my ear, "Now lay on your side."  Since it felt amazing, I complied to his request.  I became putty in his strong, masculine hands.

I turned on my side, and he asked me to lift my leg up towards my chest.  Then with arms across my mother milkers, he climbed aboard, junk on my leg, and hands tightly pressed against mine.  He softly counted to three, in Italian, and crushed my lower back and hips like the crushed velvet of the seats that I assume are in the backseat of his car.  I forgot to mention, while on top of me, there was a little pelvic action, and I didn't stop it.  I can't resist a little grindage on my leg.

The grand finale is when he had me stand up, he placed his hands on my hips and caressed me all the way down.

I've always been very faithful in my marriage, but I have another appointment tomorrow.  Don't fear, my husband doesn't mind because I was able to bend in places I haven't bent in a long time.