Johnson first listened to my heart and lungs, pokedhere and there, took a lot of measurements looked in my eyes and ears,drew some blood, grabbed my s...rotum and asked me to cough and then sheexamined my prostate gland.God did I hate that since I had never had anything inserted into myrectum before. It felt like a log and then when she wiggled her fingeron my prostate, I couldn't keep from leaking a few drops of fluid, Ifelt like such an ass, a grown man leaking on the sheet."Well Tracy. .” I think, again to myself.All my fear, guilt, and wild whirlwind antics from before are gone as I realize how much control I have over this situation…and that that’s exactly the way you want it. A huge feeling of pride starts to swell up within me…and I say to myself, “she IS confident and capable, but you’re still even more so…you’re the adult, the mature one…you’re what she wants to be…and her eager young mind feels like fucking you will get her closer to that goal.”Suddenly I feel every. . tits."You are so brave," the muffled voice said, followed by a silvery chuckle.She once more heard the tapping of heels. The sound diminished as Angique obviously left her. There was the scraping of the metal door again, opening, closing. And at last the clicking heels were gone. Silence ruled, filling gradually with tiny creaks and murmurs — sounds that otherwise would have stayed well beyond her level of hearing. Her eyes stared into the hood's darkness as she wondered about the rustling. All I could do was reply in a growling voice that I didn’t recognise, “Fuck me, Natalie, fuck me!”Her fingers were fully inside me now. Her turn to pump me. Her kisses concentrating on my ears and neck with its high-speed link to my pussy. My knees started to tremble as I still leaned against the hallway wall. I managed to gasp out one word, “Cumming!” With each spasm of my orgasm, I growled out, “Aaah…aaah…aaah!” and each time my hips lurched forward, forcing my clit onto the palm of the hand.