Her thighs were only the size of my upper arms, and the top of her hair was even with my nipples. I’ll pay for checkups for both of you. She swallowed anxiously. YES! “Want little baby poony, like cherry?” The sight froze me in my tracks, as the smaller one stood mortified with shame. I walked to the bathroom and splashed some water in my face. I was quite pleased they looked firm and didn’t droop at all, even without bras. They were obviously whores; with their red lipstick, red high heels, and tiny red miniskirts. Somehow the fecal and body odor scents were highly arousing. The creepy doctor smiled and licked his lips before saying, “They healthy. Want to watch for 200 each?”
I thought she’d have less luck asking a hungry tiger to eat a steak! “Sri is 140 centimeters…” She paused to think a moment. She was the height of an American fifth-grader, but significantly skinnier. I tell her what you said. You stay our place?”
I shook my head.
