Johnny came home early, and he had his medical bag.

The very sight of the bag set my pussy gushing.

“How’s my favorite patient?” he asked, displaying his infamously stellar bedside manner.

I fell back into my standard part for our role-playing scenario.

“I’m having some tension doctor. Some tightness. And I sometimes feel swollen.” I put my head down coyly, doing my best to play off the heated blush in my cheeks as shyness — and not stunning arousal.

“Hmm. Doesn’t sound too serious, but let’s see what we can do. Let’s get you in the exam room and up on the table.”

When his office had been remodeled, we’d had one of the exam tables brought to the house. Everyone thought it was a fun novelty... Read More