The Piagets

"Let's talk to the Piagets," you say, taking a seat behind your desk. "Send in Mrs. Piaget first... I'll try to calm her down before we bring in her husband in."

"Yes Sir," April replies, smirking as she leans into the secretary persona. "I believe several of your clients are waiting to use me, so--"

"That's fine, keep them company. I can handle the Piagets."

With a smile and a nod she leaves, her barely-covered ass wobbling all the way. A few moments later Mrs. Piaget storms in, looking none too pleased. She's well into middle age, and although she's had a face-lift or two along the way, she's far more natural than her full-on-bimbo daughters. She's wearing a sun dress, which is filled out nicely by her curvy body and heavy tits. You don't have much time to stare, however, as she stomps right over to your desk.

"You'd better have a damned good--"

"Woah!" You hold up your hands and cut her off. Since Mrs. Piaget is definitely well over the D-Cup+ mark, you can derail her aggression in your usual way. "Blowjob first. We can talk about your concerns after."

The woman sputters for a moment, but there really isn't anything she can do except drop to her knees. Within moments she's settling in on the floor in front of your office chair, head bobbing up and down on your dick.

"Slower," you direct her, placing your hand on her head to set the pace. A lot of busty women find fellatio an almost meditative act: they can do it on auto-pilot, leaving their mind free to drift. You've found that having one blow you for a while can calm them down, at which point you can discuss things rationally.

While Mrs. Piaget is going about her task, you get a better look at her. Apart from her large breasts, she's quite beautiful: laugh lines on her cheeks, full lips, and natural-looking blonde hair. Her daughters were attractive before they were modded, it's obvious that their mother was the source of those good looks.

"That's good, Mrs. Piaget--No, wait, that's too formal. I'm sorry, but your daughters' file doesn't include your name?"

"MM-ma-mn," she tries to respond while still continuing to service you.

"Uh... Was that 'Evelyn?'" She nods.

"All right, Evelyn, that should be enough. Thank you." You slowly pull Evelyn Piaget back, unsheathing your cock from her lips. You haven't cum yet, but a few years with the Aprils (and your wide selection of patients) has definitely increased your stamina... And decreased your interest in run-of-the-mill blowjobs from grumpy MILFs.

"You seem a bit more calm, now, so I'd like to hear your concerns. Remember, I consider anyone coming through those doors to be my patient, so I'm ultimately on your side. Please let me know what's bothering you, and then we can bring in your husband."