He did something to the chair which made the back sink and the seat rise until I ended up reclining almost flat. It was very embarrassing, yet strange...ly exciting to be lying in the doctor's chair clad only in my blouse and underwear.He lifted my wrist and took my pulse. His fingers were warm and strong, yet gentle. I could feel my pulse speed up. He released my wrist without comment and touched my face. His fingers seemed to drift over it as he put his thumb over my eyelid and raised it. His. And pretty fast, too. All the way. She was dry, very tight—it felt almost abrasive. But that was compensated with the shock and pain that seared her face. Karen gripped the edges of the filthy mattress—I could feel the jolt—and arched her body, pushing her beautiful tits upwards, and her head back, as she let out the most beautiful full-soprano scream I ever hope to hear! ?EEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeiiiyyyaaaaaah?.EEEE!!? I felt her maidenhead—she really, really was intact!—I shoved. Her eyes were smoldering as she stared at my panties struggling to constrain my futa-dick. I smiled back, pulling up my scrub bottoms, hiding my dick.“We’re going to start testing ways to administer my futa-cure,” I told her. “When I come in for my shift tonight. You’re going to be my right-hand slut.”“Oh, yes, Dr. Rita,” Nurse Pita moaned in that delicious, Hispanic accent. It made me tingle. “Madre di Dios, but I need that cock again.”“Oh, yes,” Carly agreed. “Maybe it should be coffee for. "If you promise to behave." I replied, smiling at her.She did behave and only suckled enough to get all our secretions cleaned. Then she released me and smiled up at me."Thank you Master. Maybe I can make it the whole day and I have the bottle in the fridge if I need it."I had been a bachelor for a while. Between work and travel, I didn't have much time to date and while I went out often, I hadn't had a woman consistently in the house in over a year.Which is why I was surprised at how easily.