My pussy clenched. Juices leaked down my thighs.“You are going to ruin my coronation,” I groaned.“I just want your subjects to see you in your f...ull radiance,” he said, his hand moving for my hip. He shoved down his tight, woolen hose. His naked cock popped out, smacking my rump. I groaned at the feel of his girth.“Master, make her glow!” Greta said as I kissed at the slopes of her tits. My fingers pulled at the laces of her bodice, opening them up so I could properly bury my face between those. Still Brianna stood motionless and silent; tears still welled up in her eyes from the anxiety of the situation yet a hint of pleasure was beginning to stir in her.She began to move her hips in rhythm with Mr. Carnegie's massage and he pulled her in even closer so she could feel his man hood throbbing just beneath his pants."Do you feel that?" he grunted.Brianna nodded. Then, abruptly, he attempted to ease two fingers inside her tight pussy to much resistance."Ohh!" Brianna squealed, the sudden. “Can you talk now?”“How’s Joanna?” It was still croaky but intelligible this time.“Absolutely incredible,” commented Dr Baverick, looking as though he’d seen a ghost.“He’s asking about Joanna Kafkasian, Mr Kafkasian’s daughter,” explained the nurse.“I’m sorry, I’ve heard stories but the gentlemen outside warned me that I’m only allowed to discuss your own personal health matters,” said Dr Baverick. “Dr Silverman, who’s one of the top neurologists in the country, is in overall charge of your. Nod if you understand."I nodded jerkily, the woman's voice so intimidating with its intensity that I felt myself curling up inside myself."Good. Let's begin."I felt my blouse being unbuttoned and flinched my hands to stop them. What the hell?Hands held my wrists, not hard but enough to get the point across so I forced myself to relax. They worked quickly and I felt air on my chest with the lacy bra Cory had picked for me. My blouse was eased off and I felt so exposed with who knew how many.