"Hmm, I guess so yeah!" I replied, a little unsure how a massage would help me but, to be honest, I wasn't really taking much notice of what she was s...ying.She leaned forward, as the buttoned top of her white outfit flowed down a fraction and allowed me to get a quick glimpse down her top. I could see the soft cleavage of her beautifully formed breasts, and the black silky and lacy bra that kept them firmly wrapped behind her outfit. Of course, such a sight already began to send tingling down. "It allows the doctor tosee what he needs to."Doctor Costas gave me an apologetic look. "This will be a little cold,"then he dipped down out of my sight. It was cold, cold and weird. Hedidn't tell me how weird it would feel to have shoe horns jammed intomy--down there--and then spread apart like he was opening a crate.Muscles I didn't know I had tried to squeeze shut, but found themselvesimpotent against the firm steel."Cervix appears normal," he said, adding, "Nurse, hand me a Pap brush."A. I pressed the point to her tummy and told her to settle down. "You settle down, you!" I said. And she did.I left her skirt on, but cut her panties away. I pushed the handle of the knife into her vagina. "Hold this for me." And then I untied her blouse. She had really nice breasts, and they looked kind of fake. Brittany had a boob job, I remembered, but she'd denied it."Are these real?" I asked and I pressed my palms against them, rolling the soft flesh under my fingers. I didn't feel anything,. “What the… what is that?”Amanda laughed out loud as she looked around the parking garage again. After making certain that there was no one else around, she reached towards her bottom. But what she extricated wasn’t just a blue jewel. My wife held up a small, shiny, bullet-shaped object that had a short narrow neck and a flat, round base to which the faux sapphire was attached.A butt plug!I gaped at my wife.“What?” Amanda asked as if pulling an inanimate object from one’s ass was an everyday.