It goes away when I...er.. you know...masturbate," I said meekly."I see," she said, still looking at me and then licked her lips. She seemed to linger...her tongue around and outside her lips a little longer than I would have expected. Or maybe that was my imagination."Ok, Jacob" she said finally, "Get you clothes back on and come back to the desk when you are ready. She took off her gloves, apparently satisfied, washed her hands in a sink next to the table, and walked around the curtain back to. In school, she had been teased for the large size of her chest. She felt the nurse's hands on the sides of her calves now, gripping her panties and sliding them slowly down her legs. Christina blushed further, and she could see that the nurse smiled, noticing. "From a first view, I can tell you at least look very healthy, Christina," said the nurse, eyeing her up and down in approval. Christina covered her breasts and her vagina with her hands. "There's no need for that, Christina," Miss Waters. ’ All she needed was a gentle, teasing finger tracing along her inner labia to set her off. The metaphorical water balloon burst, sending a heavy spray of fluid rushing down her legs and across the table top. When my finger finally touched her button, there was another gush of fluid, accompanied by repeated, violent spasms of her body. And when I gently rubbed an oily finger around her asshole—that technique she so loves to do to herself—she screamed abruptly before collapsing back onto her. She stood 5'10" tall her demure figure accentuated by her 38 C prominent breasts. In her office she ruled with an iron hand, oh how she wished for that iron hand to spank her in the privacy of her home.Whilst trying to ease the pent up tensions she always felt when she arrive home to her empty lifeless private existence, recently she had taken to trawling the adult sites specializing in Dominated women. There at least she was able to identify with the need to be used by a superior.