My fingers making circles on my clit was making me crazy. Just then sound of door bell brought me back to my senses. I cursed the person on the door, ...inished my bath, came out in my casuals and opened the door. It was Sandra, she wanted me to check all the arrangements in their honeymoon suite, also insisted me to take the help of Steve.I went to Steve’s room to see if he was there, so that we can go check the place before getting ready for the party. When he opened the door he was standing in. The woman who called me was a short young nurse just out of med-school. She was wearing blue scrubs and had her short black hair tied in a pony tail. This was my first visit to your office. I did not really know who my new doctor was. When I called to make the appointment, the call was full of static and I could only get the date and time. The young nurse asked me to step on a scale in the hallway."You weigh in at 165 pounds and stand at six feet zero inches," she said, "Follow me to the exam. “Stop that,” she panted. “Put it on! I want you in me!” I stood and started to take the suit off. “Don't!” I paused, fingers on the knot of my tie. “Don't?” “Leave it on. Just slip it on over your clothes.” I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Not only was she ok with my need to be a man, she wanted it. She wanted me, wanted my cock inside her. I pulled the harness on over my trousers as quickly as a could so I would have a cock to give her. Fixing the gorgeous black dildo into. In fact, if it wasn’t for her scoutmaster patch and her head gear that identified her as part of the leadership, she could have been mistaken for one of the senior Girl Scout members rather than an official scoutmaster with her own troop of just more than twenty scouts.Only a small minority of the troops in this iteration of the Summer Camp were “gender-free” in the new outlook on scouting participation.There was only one other female scoutmaster at this previously all-male Boy Scout camp. Her.