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of lust; my pussy clenching; my insides churning with longing.
    He straightened; came around, looked at me. There was heat in his eyes, but his tone was even. “Very good, Miss Preston, let’s get going to the next bit; I’m going to need you on the examination table.”
    “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I said obediently, getting up. I hadn’t been paying attention to my untied robe, and as I rose, it slid down, untethered, to my feet. I went scarlet in embarrassment, and kept my eyes lowered. I was mortified.
    “I see naked bodies every day, Miss Preston.” His voice was laughing. “But,” he added, his voice hard, as I moved away from the stool, towards the examination table, “it seems that we have a problem.”
    He was looking at the wet spot on the stool. I went beet-red again. “I’m sorry, Dr. Anderson,” I mumbled. My voice was very soft.
    “Apologies are easy, Miss Preston,” he said, his voice even, “but you need to fix this mess, please.”
    I looked around for paper towels; found none. Surprised and slightly shocked, I looked at him. There was open lust in his eyes, and there was warmth and laughter too.
    “Of course, Dr. Anderson,” I whispered, lowering my face to the stool, bringing my tongue out to lick my juices clean from the table, as he had intended.
    Was I embarrassed? A little bit. Humiliated? Not really. I had looked in his eyes, and he was clearly loving this, but the warmth and laughter in his gaze also made me feel respected. And so I licked the drippings of my wet pussy from the stool, and watched the heat rise in his eyes, and felt powerful at his response.
    I gazed into his eyes when I was done; deliberately licked my lips. “What would you like me to do next, Dr. Anderson?” I asked him, my voice clear.
    He laughed at me, his eyes warm. “You are very unexpected, Lisa,” he said softly. His voice changed; became crisper. “Miss Preston, please get on the examination table, and place your legs in the stirrups.”
    I obeyed; nerve cells tingling all over at his words. Pleasure filled me, and there was arousal in that pleasure, but there was also warmth and liking; as I played this game that he had set up for me with such care.
    The stirrups spread my legs open impossibly wide. Patrick put his hands around my hips and pulled me forward till my ass lay at the table edge; my pussy was exposed to him, as was my asshole, and I flushed scarlet as I imagined how very obscene I must look; splayed open for him.
    He moved towards me; adjusted some straps at the side of the table, and quickly strapped me in. A strap over my chest; just above my breasts. Another strap, just below; yet another strap criss-crossed my waist, holding me down, and the final one was at my hips. I tried moving; I couldn’t – I was thoroughly tied down. I sighed in pleasure; the tightening of each strap sent lightning bolts of lust running through my body; and the feeling of immobility made me feel vulnerable, which in turn made me cream even more.
    I bit my lip in slight nervous tension; took a deep breath to calm the fluttering in my stomach, as the arousal tingled through my body.
    “I’m now going to do a breast exam, Miss Preston,” he said. “It might hurt a bit, but please try your best to keep quiet through the exam.”
    I nodded. 
    Both his hands were on my breasts, kneading, pulling and pinching. I groaned, and was rewarded with a hard smack on my breast. “Quiet, Miss Preston,” he snapped at me. My insides twitched in lust at his tone. I smiled in pleasure at the sensations roiling through me, and nodded.
    He resumed; he was now spanking each breast; watching them intently as they bounced around under his touch. It hurt a bit, but each spank also made my pussy ache with need, and I could feel the wetness trickle down towards the crack of my ass; I feared I was making another embarrassing mess on the examination table, or worse, the floor.
    “I’m testing, umm, their elasticity,” Patrick