Here I wasdoing my best to appear totally feminine and my most masculineattributes were now on full display! What's more, the doctor seemed tobe very ...nterested in them - she kneaded the sac between her fingers,feeling for my 'marbles', then squeezed my penis and even pulled lightlyon it - why I have no idea. Luckily I was SO nervous that I didn't haveto worry about getting an erection. And fortunately Mom seemed to bestaring at the ceiling during this session, which I didn't mind at allsince. Her mother's version of handsome wasn't exactly the same as hers. She'd have to judge for herself!Her mother picked up the tray with all the tea cups and plates, while Fatima picked up the tray with the steaming hot pot of tea, and they both proceeded to the living room. Fatima's mother opened the door before her, went into the living room, put the tray down on the table and sat down. Fatima took a deep breath, lowered her eyes out of modesty, and proceeded to the living room. She still kept. Forever gaping or filled. Maybe I finally had ruined my pussy… Well it didn’t bother me now, I had found a new sexual side.After my shower I looked at the calendar. Shit! My boyfriend is due back next week! Maybe I should take it easy on my pussy… god it’s so loose he’s bound to notice. I looked on the internet to research tightening my pussy, I found something about 'Kegel exercises’ which I’d never heard of. I tried doing a few but it didn’t really work. I had to put four fingers and tried to. “Can’t help ya,” she said, waving me out. “You’ll have to come back later.”“You don’t even know what I need to ask.”“Doesn’t matter,” she said and looked at the clock. “It’s almost lunchtime. I’m not gonna miss my show.”“Ma’am, please...”“I’m not your ‘Ma’am’,” she barked suddenly. Then she settled back into her chair and said, “Name’s Selma.”I nodded. “Selma. Please. I only need to know if a particular person has stayed here recently.”“How recent? My memory’s not what it used to be.”“A few.