Originally Posted by baddog

Not really sure what was wrong with me, just that I was once again having to go thru another series of x-rays. What a pain in the ass.

Luckily, the x-ray technician was a total babe. A young, light-skinned black chick with a beautiful face and even though it can be tough to tell with those stupid uniforms, what appeared to be a killer body.

She instructed me to get up on the x-ray table and lay down on my back.

"Why do I have to do this crap again?" I asked, feigning irritation, but not really minding the additional time I got to spend with her.

"Oh Lloyd, you will do anything for me . . . won't you?" she asked as she got up on the table sitting directly on my hardening member.

It instantly became obvious that the uniform had been hiding a body that was everything I had thought it might be.

"Did you know I grew up in Kansas City?" she asked.

"Really, I went through there on my cross-country trip last summer," I lied.

Just then she lowered her face to mine, and her long tongue began lapping at my face.

What the fuck?!?!

I woke up, to my fucking dog just licking away at my face, telling me it was time to get up and feed him.

The bastard . . . ruined a perfectly good dream.