“And the ties go in the back, please put your clothing, including shoes and socks on the table”. As she left she said “the doctor will be in sho...tly”. I got busy removing all my clothing, getting into the gown, and seated on the exam table, hoping the paper did not find my butt, as it turned out the gown did cover me pretty good. After what seemed a long time the doctor came in, a lady about 35 or close to 40, very professional looking, not attractive or plain, just professional, and with a. Uska figure bhi mast tha vo abhi 11th class me thi but uske boobs or gand bohot badi. Ek colony me rehte the to normaly thodi bohot ho jaya krti thi but jyada nai.Fir mere exam khatam hone ke ek din ratko hm sb baber uske ghr k yaha bat kr rahe the to mene usse number ke liye kaha to vo maan gai or de diya Fir usse milna nai hua bohot dino tk bcoz me aage k studies ke liye bhopal aa gya.Ab real story shuru hoti hai number milne k bad dhire dhire bat hone lagi or ratko der rat tk bat krne n ek. Honestly, he wasn’t being all that smooth with her tits. He was roughing them up, squeezing, kneading and pulling them while pinching and twisting her nipples too, occasionally. His rough knuckles were running against her forearm through her salwar throughout the time.But deep down, she liked the way it felt too. It wasn’t the usual pain she endured during injuries before. This was a weird kind of pain. A painful pleasure, or more like a pleasurable pain.But with her pussy getting wetter and it. She stumbled for a couple of steps before bracing herself with her hands on the end of the bed, swayed her butt at me again while looking over her shoulder, then stood up and slowly removed her blouse, coyly looking around as she peeled it off her shoulder. When she pulled the sleeve off her arm, she twisted to the side and arched her back to thrust her nipples out from the perfect position to emphasize their spearing profile.“Take off your clothes,” she whispered.She watched with obviously.