His pointing finger got closer and closer, but still he did not touch it.His pointing finger got closer and closer, but still he did not touch it. As he got very close, Anton's hands clutched at the surface of the bed. How long would he bear this language lesson, before grabbing his tool and stuffing it hastily away inside his trousers? But Klaudio knew what he was doing. He had become a doctor with a friendly but detached beside manner. He looked at Anton's face more than his organ, obviously concentrating hard on his pronunciation. Then he decided to go for it. With one hand he made the unmistake- able gesture on the forefinger of his other of frigging, and repeated the word for wank three times. He looked expectantly at Anton. "Do you want me to wank you." It was a neutral request - still the friendly doctor offering treatment. |