I even take precautions to see if the house is being visited while I’m out and about. I soon found out it was. Paranoid is becoming my middle name, ...ore like my only name.It takes several months, but I finally finish the story Max wanted from the material he sent. What follows is Max’s story written from his point of view and I’ve done my best to imitate his style of telling a story. Some of the story’s aspects are very frightening while others are very heartening. It does show some people. Their arms needed to be wrapped around their thighs holding their legs tightly up to their chests, exposing themselves fully to the lustful doctor.He was then able to use all his senses to verify their sexual health by probing their anuses, vaginas and urethras with his fingers smelling them immediately after insertion and then tasting their flavour. This was not only a good indication as to their condition but very enjoyable.A good teacher as well as doctor, Jeremy instructed Nurse Bishop in. I had never sucked off a man as big as him. His cock smelled good; having the scent of my bathroom soap on it. The aroma calmed me and made my mouth and throat relax more as his cock began to push its way into my open mouth.I adjusted my head, tilting it down more, so his cock could go into my mouth. This wasn't so bad. It was actually quite exhilarating; having my head hanging off the side made me already get a little woozy. He pushed even further until three inches of his cock was within my. “Ok. Well I’m on my way down, just let me get dressed.” I told her.“All righty then.” She said as she jumped up and left closing my door behind her.I let out a sigh and drop my towel. As I do I notice I am starting to get a hard on and start to wonder if that’s why she was suppressing a laugh. Could she see it? Did it weird her out? Oh, I hope not I tell myself. I slide on a new pair of boxers and some jeans for school. I grab a black shirt from my drawer and head down.“About time you get down.