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supposed to speak.’
    ‘The next stage. Pleaseeeee ... I ...’
    Jess studied each woman’s reactions carefully. Would Miss Sarah oblige? After all, madam was paying for this.
    ‘A few more minutes I think. Then, perhaps I will continue to the next stage. If you are good and quiet.’
    The tears that had gathered at the corners of madams eyes began to run more freely as Miss Sarah returned to her torturous rubbing. The nipple that hadn’t been touched was stiff and hard with neglect, but the one that had been receiving all the attention was bright red, and as Jess watched, she was sure she could see the skin was beginning to crack. Yet it was how madam hadn’t climaxed beneath the glove at her crotch that fascinated Jess. The woman’s torso was rising up and down, her breathing was laboured and her hands were clasped together above her head. Jess couldn’t help speculating how heavy her arms felt as they hung off the bed. She glanced at the clock on the wall, another minute had gone by and the perspiration on madam’s forehead had spread to her neck.
    Jess bought her palms to her own chest. She couldn’t help it. The fabric itself actually felt hot, and her nipples were trying to break out on their own as her tits swelled under the uniform. Cupping her breasts Jess failed to contain the sigh of relief her body gave at the brief moment of physical contact.
    Miss Sarah regarded her sharply, her face darkening, but she said nothing as Jess guiltily dropped her arms back to her sides.
    Three more strokes of the sore nipple and the dominatrix nurse stepped away from the bed. Once again the abrupt cessation of stimulation made madam cry out. Saying nothing, Miss Sarah picked up the tube of lubricant and squeezed a generous amount between her fingers. She was about to administer it to madam’s mound when she stopped, ‘I realise this is a deviation from your scenario, but I will allow Miss Sanders to distract you if you wish. I am ashamed to say it appears she cannot be trusted to just stand and observe as I had hoped, so she may as well be of some use to us.’
    Madam, her skin flushed with red blotches, had no saliva left in her mouth with which to speak, but inclined her head a fraction, her eyes shining with a lustful desire that belied her exhausted state.
    ‘Miss Sanders come here please.’ Jess didn’t hesitate. ‘I am about to add the speculum to madam. This can be a little uncomfortable; I’d like you to take her mind off things by suckling the neglected teat.’
    Jess, her own body shaking, moved to the opposite side of the table, and examined the pert globe that seemed to stare back at her beseechingly. She felt a moment of panic as the two women waited for her to act, Miss Sarah with impatience, madam with a quiet desperation. Knowing she couldn’t wait any longer Jess leant forward and engulfed the nipple between her lips. Some previously hidden instinct took over, and she was surprised to discover she knew exactly what to do. Swirling the pleasantly rough tip round her mouth, a frisson of satisfaction flooded her as she heard madam moan with delight. Building in confidence Jess brought a hand to the breast and began to stroke the underside gently in a way she knew she would enjoy herself, while her tongue and lips glided over the soft flesh.
    Madam’s body stiffened and Jess knew the lube must be being applied. She could imagine all too well how it would feel to have the freezing gel pushed up inside her hot snatch, perhaps with one finger, maybe with two or even three. Jess’s pulse tweaked up a notch and she closed her eyes, taking her own craving out on the flesh between her teeth, biting and pinching it, making madam squeak with pain and shake with longing.
    The clatter of metal against metal told Jess that Miss Sarah must have picked up the speculum. Then an impulsive jerk from the bed forced Jess to open her eyes again. She saw Miss Sarah below her, easing the fearsome medical instrument in