Well technically the assistant had said sit on the examining table. I had just ignored her, Yes I was acting out, but I had enough of doctors, and eve... lesser employees telling me what to do. I hated even more that they were being paid to order me around.The doctor walk in holding my file. "Miss Porter?" he asked."Yes that's me," I said. "Any you are?" Doctor Harper," he said. "Now let's see what we have here."I held up my hand. "What I have is a fucked up hand. I have no idea what you have." I. He wet my hair again and massaged some shampoo through it, my favorite one which smelled like wildflowers. Its texture felt to me a little thicker than cum. As he rinsed my hair, he brushed back the soap so it didn't sting my eyes and made sure all of it was through my hair. His fingers gently cradled my mound once the rest of me was clean before I watched him kneel, holding onto my hips for balance. I screamed, surprised that his tongue first caressed my back entrance, lovingly encircling its. She then carried the bucket of water and asked me to open. I said I would carry inside but she obliged and carried it inside. I was rock hard by then, I couldn’t cover my dick and Vaishali had a glance.I asked for another favour and told her to get my towel. She knocked on the door again and this time, she couldn’t take her eyes off my dick. I had called her name twice to make her come back to her senses. She gave a smile and left.Later when I met her in the kitchen, she was wearing a t-shirt. ..no gaps left unfilled between our generations. Gran was shoving and thrusting her fingers in my butt and pussy in turn and sweeping her tongue frickin everywhere. God; I don’t know where she got her copious wads of spit from...but she kept filling my arse with her spit...till I was squelchy gaped. Then she started sucking off my petite clit. She tells me it will get bigger and bigger... as I get older...I’m excited about that.I was so energized; I was burrowing into my own mothers arsehole..