I said it was ok and quite a compliment really. They said I would make a good stripper, I laughed. They naught me more drinks and even had a dance. Al... very nice and I admit I liked the attention, liked it a lot, even enough to not mind there hands touching a little and brushing up against me. We had more drinks, some quite strong ones, and there. hands where getting more touchy. Then one said that he could see my cunt, and he could see how wet I was through the wet patch on my shorts. He was. ”“Okay then.”A medical examination table that I hadn’t noticed before was wheeled over and placed in front of all the people and I was invited to climb on and lift my legs onto the stirrups. When I was spread for all to see the professor then invited everyone to come to me, in pairs, and to examine me however they thought fit.Well, it was just how I had imagined it. Doctors must have a list of things to check and a sequence to do it in because they all followed the same way of examining me. The. “Please,” I begged. “Please, no!” “But I so want this to happen.” Her warm, slightly moist finger traced the outline of my lips and the recognition of the sweet, musky scent made them tremble. “Can you smell my arousal? I touched myself only moments ago. Do you want to taste my honey?” It was a moment that almost tore my insides apart. How many hours had I spent, dreaming of her sweet nectar coating my tongue? “Yes,” I whimpered. “Oh god, yes!” “What would you do for it?” “Anything!” “I will. My stewardesses were waiting for me. They were two twenty-year-old twins that I found through a modeling agency. They were German and as buxom as you could imagine. They wore slutty Bavarian outfits, those green skirts that barely covered their asses, the skirt's waistband covering their stomachs. Suspender-like straps rose up to those shoulders. They should have white blouses on, but their tits were large and perky.Just perfect.“Fräulein,” Beata and Greta said to me as I reached the stairs..