"I felt my expression change. I felt the blood rush to my head and although I didn't say anything the doctor got the message—the concern that grippe... my brain."Don't worry I'm still your doctor ... I'm not passing you off. If there are any findings during the examination then I will certainly be involved in attending to them."'Has she completely forgotten about my unusual if not unique problem with physical examinations?'My heart rate accelerated to an alarming level and a hot wave rushed over. She chuckles about it and picks up her pace again. “One of my hands will be busy with you... and the other one will be for me.”“Fuck,” he curses. “Your mouth. Give me your mouth again.” She obeys. “You've got a free hand. Use it on yourself.” She obeys again. I can see her thighs spreading and her arm lowering to her side, forearm and hand disappearing from my view as they reach down to her center. My own fingers itch and my middle pulses. I don't move, though. I can't, not without attracting. I was still sad and even more horny. I needed a good fuck to chase the blues away for a few hours. So, off to my boyfriend’s house I go. I arrived at his house after the 10 minute drive. Luckily, his car was the only one in the driveway as his parents were out again. I rang the doorbell and he hurried downstairs to let me in. “You’re back,” he said with a smile as he opened the door. “You knew I would be,” I replied. I entered his room and took off my coat. “I want it again,” I told him.. ‘Oh shit, fuck, I’m sorry. Will it always look this bad?’ ‘Your face will heal some. The bruises the puffiness they will clear up. You are going to need plastic surgery for the scars. I am sorry, I shouldn’t have shown you, I wasn’t supposed to. But I think it is better to know than to imagine.’ ‘I agree and don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you let me see my face.’ ‘Thank you, but I am not worried about me. My only concern is about you getting better.’ After replacing my facial bandages, she.