Broken

Carman had told Susan that both she and her husband were plastic surgeons, mostly specializing in anti-aging practices. She said Carman had disclosed she was in her forties and her spouse was over fifty, but Carmen looked about half that age and was absolutely gorgeous. Since Susan is slender with small to average breasts, I knew she admired women who had firm propionate tits, and that she had toyed with the idea of having hers enlarged a little. It was something I hadn’t totally discouraged.

Wednesday evening finally arrived and we set off to the doctor’s residence only a few blocks away with a bottle of good wine in hand. The place was even grander than I’d thought. Anti-aging must be a gold mine! The meal was superb and while I found Carman bubbly and charming, her husband seemed somewhat standoffish, but pleasant. Raul was a large, very fit man, standing about six-four. He had a head of thick black hair and dark skin, appearing to be either from South America or maybe somewhere in Asia, like Indonesia. He had an accent but I couldn’t identify it and it didn’t seem polite to ask at that point.