My breath caught in my throat and the lump in my abdomen rolled over making me nauseous. A disturbing new sensation directly between my legs joined th... physical symptoms of anxiety.“Examination?” I responded and heard the incredulity in my own voice. “But… but you’re a psychiatrist!” I was almost sobbing.Doctor Moore was up from behind her desk and stood beside me with her hand gently resting on my shoulder. I looked up at her through my swimming eyes.“There… there,” she said, “it’s just a part. " Wanna see my boobs?" Oh, thanks Dad for bringing this girl into our house to live. Thanks, thanks."I'd love to see them, Sam, I'm sure they're beautiful." With that, she reached across and pulled her top off over her head revealing a light pink bra covering her very nice-sized breasts.As she reached behind, she said, "Thirty-four C's and I really don't need a bra" as she shrugged it off and slid it down her arms.Her breasts stood straight out, she was right, she did not need a bra. Her. She walked out of the house, saw me, opened the gate. I walked back into the place, leaving the main door open.The road was desolated due to lockdown. I walked into the gate and entered the house. I stepped inside the main door. Sunethra eyed me restlessly, gave a neurotic smile, closed the main entrance, and walked to the bedroom.I took out the jasmine flowers, dairy milk chocolate and gave them to Sunethra. Sunethra took the chocolate and told thank you. I took out the condoms from the bag. The skin tightly drawn over it, she skilfully teases him. He takes her breasts in his hands and manipulates her round pink nipples into hard lustful pleasures. She can feel blood rushing to her face as he kisses her lips gently, softly. She cannot contain her lust any further as she pulls him closer. Kissing and tasting. Feeling and touching each other. Warmth covers her body and suddenly her inside. Entangled in this raw, primeval emotion that does not take prisoners, only victims, she submits.