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I smiled. I loved it when she acted like a brat during our role play. “Patient is noncooperative.” I acted as if I were writing it down. “And no, I’m not taking out your gallbladder. In case you didn’t notice when you walked in, I’m not a surgeon. Now, why don’t you tell me, in your own words, why you’re here today?”

We hadn’t rehearsed our answers, so I had no way of knowing what she would say. This should be interesting. Ad hoc role play was fun. With Abby’s limitless imagination, there was no telling what she’d come up with.

“My Master made me come here.”

“I see. And what was your Master’s reason for that?”

“Well, we were getting ready to have sex the other day. It was our first time and I refused to let him touch me after I saw how big his cock was. I said it wouldn’t fit. He said it would, and now I’m here. I told him I needed medical proof.”

“You need me to make sure your Master can fuck you?”

“Yes, but I’d sort of hoped he’d be the one here and not me.”

“Why would he be here?”

“So you could tell him his dick was too big. That’s what I thought the medical examination would prove.”

“That he had a big dick?”

“Not just big. Ginormous.”

“Unfortunately, that’s not how it’s going to work. Since we can’t do anything about his ginormous dick, we’ll just have to make sure you can take it. Let’s start by having you slide all the way down to the edge of the table. I want your ass almost off. Feet in the stirrups.”

She mumbled under her breath, but scooted down and adjusted her feet, giving me and our watching audience a perfect view of her exposed pussy.

“Everything looks good from a visual standpoint,” I said. “But I can’t say with any certainty until I do a more thorough exam. Have you had sex before?”

“Yes.”

“First I’m going to see how responsive you are. You’re going to feel me touch you.” I ran a hand down her leg, and back up, teasing her. She wiggled, trying to get me closer to where she wanted to be touched. I smacked her inner thigh. “Stop.” She started to say something, but I cut her off. “Quiet. Let me concentrate.”

I resumed my slow stroking of her legs. I let my fingers trail up and down, arousing her, and making sure each one of her nerve endings was on edge.

“There you go. Feel how turned on you are?” I asked. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re desperate to be filled.”

She didn’t say anything.

“Aren’t you?” I asked.

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Not quite as mouthy as you were, are you?”

“No, Doctor.”

Satisfied with her answers, I ran a finger along her wet slit and circled her clit. Her hips jerked slightly.

“It appears you have no trouble getting aroused. That should make your Master happy.” I repeated my actions a few more times, never pushing into her and never touching her clit directly.

“I think it’s time for my next test,” I said. “Do you know what that is?”

She shook her head.

“Louder. My interns can’t hear you.”

“No, Doctor. I don’t know what you’re going to do next.”

Not letting her have very long to think about what it might be, I bent down and sucked her clit into my mouth. She bucked against me, and I forced her hips back to the table. I lifted my head long enough to say, “Move again and see what happens,” and then went back to torturing her sensitive flesh with my mouth.

I stayed there for several long minutes. I didn’t want her to fail in withholding her orgasm, but I wanted to push her to her limit. I licked and nibbled, and every once in a while, I’d suck her clit back into my mouth. I pulled back when her trembling legs indicated she probably wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.

“Tell me.” I walked away so she could see me and I unzipped my pants. “Is your Master any bigger than me?”

Her right eyebrow lifted. “No, Sir. I believe you’re bigger.”

“So if I can fit inside you, he should be able to?”

“I don’t think—”

I shoved my hand over her mouth. “You’re not here to think.”

She shook her head.

“Your Master called me,” I said. “He said I was to fuck you as part of my examination. But only with my fingers.” I zipped my pants back up. “Which means, you’ll just have to dream about having a cock as big as mine inside you.”

She hadn’t expected that and from the look on her face, she wanted to whine.

“Poor thing,” I said. “But don’t worry, I can make you feel good with only my fingers.” I teased her slit again. “But your Master said you weren’t to come and that if you did, I could punish you however I saw fit.”

She did let out a groan then.

“Yes, and I spent a long time finding the perfect finger of ginger. And I peeled it and made it nice and smooth. And it’s just waiting for you to mess up.”

“Won’t happen, Doctor.”

“We’ll see about that.” I hooked two fingers inside her. “That’s two. Should I go for three?” I started pumping slowly. “Yes, you’re tight, but stretching to take my fingers.”

Her eyelids fluttered closed.

“Feel good?” I asked. “This will feel better.” I slipped a third finger inside her and started moving them in and out. “Yes, you’ll be able to take your Master just fine.”

“Does that mean you’re finished, Doctor?” Her shallow pants told me she was getting close to her climax.

“Oh no, I’m not close to being finished.” I slipped my fingers out and held them to her mouth. “Clean them.”

She sucked them into her mouth and it took all my strength not to unzip my pants again and replace my fingers with my cock. Instead I commanded, “Enough,” and moved to the side of the table. “I forgot to check one thing.”

“I’m not sure I can handle one more thing,” she moaned.

“Oh, you can and you will.” I moved to the side of the table. Her eyes traveled with me. She was trying to anticipate what I was going to do now. I didn’t make her wait too long, but leaned down and sucked a nipple deep and hard before pulling back and slipping a clamp onto her.