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"Well?" Susan asks the moment I enter.
I realize I still hold his clothing in my hands. I realized it just after I left the examination room. I don't know why I took them and why I still hold them, but I can't very well turn around and return them now. Instead, I step into the second examination room to find a place to lay them down. I see Susan with a chair pulled up to the examination table, sorting through a pile of paper.
"Well?" She asks again. "Did he exaggerate or not? Is he really as big as he says he is?"
I am unable to speak.
By the look on Susan's face, I think I already have the answer.
She takes his clothing from me. And then, to my complete amazement, she drops them into the trashcan.
"What...?" I start to say.
"We better get back to complete the examination," She interrupts.
"We?" I question, distinctly noticing the way she uses the term for both of us.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," She leads the way out. "But I figure you deserve a reward. You've worked for me six weeks now and you're the best receptionist I ever had. Consider this kind-of like a bonus."
She holds the door open.
I consider her offer. She gives me second thoughts, but I quickly dismiss them.
The choice is clear.

We enter the examination room with Susan in the lead.
"What do we have here?" She calmly speaks as she looks up and down his naked body mostly down.
Jonathan stands and looks down along with her. "Now you can see what I mean."
"Yes, I can see why you might be interested it getting it shortened!"
She looks right at it, speaking very professionally, like a doctor to a normal patient. I can't believe how calm she can be around such a long prick.
I, meanwhile, almost stumble when I see it again. It looks even longer than when I left.
"How about you lay down so I can get a better look," She tells him. "And Martha, step on over to the opposite side of the table so you can observe."
He obeys like a puppy to its master. I can't believe the way he also remains so calm. I think the room must be about a hundred degrees.
With me standing on one side of the examination table and Susan on the other, she picks up his dick and fondles it in her hand. She raises the head and places the length down on his stomach. I notice it extends beyond his belly-button and it's still soft!
"Looks to be about eight or nine inches in its flaccid state," She speaks as she looks at it. "I don't see any obvious problems. No defects that I can notice."
Neither do I!
"You always use protection?" She questions. "I mean with intercourse. Do you always use protection?"
"Most of the time," He answers.
"That's not good enough!" Susan scolds. I notice she gives his dick a little squeeze as she says it to emphasize the point.
"Don't worry," He assures her. "I know I guy who got aids because he screwed around a lot or at least I used to know him. Died about a year ago. We used to work together at various strip joints, and every night we would each take home a different woman. It was really wild back then." He laughs.
"What about now?" Susan questions. "How many partners do you have in a typical month?"
"That's the thing!" He answers. "After seeing what he went through, I stopped sleeping around. Stopped sleeping with strangers every night or at least I mostly stopped."
A brief wave of sorrow passes through me. I feel sorry for all the women who will never get the opportunity to experience his substantial bulk especially myself.
"So you are now a one woman man?" Susan asks.
"Well, not quite one," He laughs. "Actually, it's three. I have three girlfriends that I fuck on a regular basis or I should say that I have sexual intercourse with three women on a regular basis. I suppose I shouldn't use that word, 'fuck,' in a Doctor's office?"
"Don't worry about it," Susan shrugs it off. "It's not as though I never heard it before."
"Anyway," He continues. "I don't much worry about condoms with my girlfriends. They don't sleep around with other men. They don't need to, you know. After I get done with them, they don't need anyone else."
I have no trouble believing this.
"But once in a while I'll pick up some cute, hot little thing," I notice his eyes glance at me. "Maybe once a week I'll notice someone in the audience or maybe meet them around town, but I always use a condom when I'm with someone I don't know. I'm very good about that. I don't want to end up like my friend."
Susan nods.
"I also get HIV tested on a regular basis," He adds. "The club requires it because many of the younger guys still sleep around, and I'm sure most of it is without protection. They're idiots!"
Susan nods.
Through all of this, she continues to fondle his cock. She first moves it to one side and then points it to the other. I see her stretch it upwards as though to gage how long it must be in a fuller state, and then she allows it to relax and flop back down again. A few times she even takes a closer look by lowering her eyes. I half-expect her tongue to lurch out and lick it I know I would, given the opportunity.
I can't believe how professional Susan remains as she fondles him. I also can't believe how calm Jonathan is. I mean, if he was any of my old boyfriends, his cock would have sprang to attention at the first touch.
"Now don't jump," Susan warns. "But I need to check your testicles also."
He does not jump at all. Susan lowers her hand and takes hold of his balls. She takes each of his nuts in her hand and gently feels them all around.
"And I don't notice any obvious problems down here either," She continues to feel. "No obvious lumps or abnormalities that I can detect, but if you don't mind me asking, about how many times per month would you say you have intercourse?"
"Just about every night!" He answers succinctly. "Given my size and with three girlfriends, I'm in high demand."
"Good," Susan acknowledges. "Because I notice your testicles feel larger and more swollen than normal. That's probably because of their frequent use."
"Yea," Jonathan agrees. "They get milked on a regular basis."
I almost faint. I mean, I've heard the term "milked" before, but never in relation to a man's nuts. But then I realize the term is actually quite accurate. In effect, the nuts of a man are milked every time he has intercourse. He even produces a milk-like liquid. I just never thought of it quite that way before. I can't help but want to milk on Jonathan.
Susan finally removes her hand completely from his body. It is only at this point that I realize she never bothered to put on gloves. Normally, a doctor is supposed to wear gloves whenever she examines a patient, but I notice Susan used her bare hand.
"I'm sure I already know the answer to this," She is not quite done yet. "But I have to ask it anyway. Have you ever had any trouble with sensation?"
"Sensation?" He questions her meaning.
"Have you ever had any trouble getting it hard?" She rephrases.
"Of course not!" He answers.
"Not even for a short time? Not even temporarily, like after a particularly intense masturbation session, for example?"
"Never!" He answers again.
"That's good!" She concludes. "The reason I ask is because of nerve damage. It's important to check for nerve damage."
"I don't think I have any nerve damage," He says. "My cock operates just fine."
"I'm glad to hear that," Susan lets out a slight chuckle at this. "That's all I have for now, except there is one more thing I can check if you want."
She backs away, and Jonathan stands up. He stands with his back facing me. This is a bit of a disappointment for a moment, but then I notice his ass. He's got a great ass. Not as impressive as his cock, of course, but I've always found myself attracted to a tight, firm ass.
"This may be a bit embarrassing for you," I hear Susan speak to him as I continue to admire his buns. "The decision, therefore, will be left totally up to you. If you want to leave right now, you may, but there is one other aspect of your penis that I would like to check."
"What is it?" He asks curiously.
I am curious too. Susan seems to have checked just about everything she possibly can check on his cock.
"I'm afraid that in order for me to do a full examination, I need to check one more thing," She says. "Before I can fully access the impact of an operation, I really should check your cock when it is in its full state."
I stumble. My knees give out. I fall back against the counter and use it as a brace to prop me up before I fall completely to the floor.
"Please Martha," Susan scolds me. "Be careful. I know the floor is a little wet and slick back there. You have to be careful."
I gather myself back up again. "Sorry," I apologize. Luckily, Jonathan didn't see me.
Without missing a beat, Susan returns to the naked patient before her. "It's totally up to you, but if you would like a complete examination prior to going all the way to Chicago, I have no trouble giving you one."
Jonathan thinks about it. It looks as though he thinks about it very hard.
"What about Martha?" He asks about me.
"What about Martha?" Susan questions back. "Do you want her to leave?"
"No," He says to my amazement! "Actually, I'd like her to stay, if you don't mind? I'm getting nervous again. She's good at keeping me calm."
It's a lucky thing I hold onto the cupboard behind me, else I would have been sure to fall down again.
"That's fine," Susan smiles at me. And then, still looking at me, she continues talking to Jonathan. "In fact, if you want, she can help you out. Most doctor's offices have erotic photographs and magazines to help the male become erect, but we don't need much of that here."
She laughs and smiles at me.
"So if you want, you can use Martha instead." Her smile becomes even bigger. "Martha, why don't you help Jonathan out by taking off your blouse?"
"What?" I can't help but voice out loud.
"You heard me! Go ahead and take off your blouse," Susan repeats. "Just unbutton your blouse and show yourself in a bra. It's no big deal! Jonathan's already taken off all his clothing, I'm only asking you to take off your blouse. And then come back to get me when he is ready."

By the time I return to reality, I find myself alone with Jonathan. I don't remember Susan leaving. It is as though I passed out and then woke up again a few seconds later.
"Too bad you don't have any erotic magazines lying around," He speaks to me. "I wouldn't mind paging through the latest issue of Playboy, but you're beautiful enough to star in one."
He smiles at me.
I think I smile back. Maybe I blush. I don't know. All I think about is his cock.
I glance down at it. It looks great in the flaccid state, and then I think about how much better it will look hardened. I have the opportunity to see 12-inches of male flesh. All I have to do is take off my blouse. I just have to show him my bra. It seems like a small price to pay, I mean, considering...
My fingers move up to unbutton the top button of my uniform. Then they continue down to the second. I notice when I reach cleavage. I notice it in the reaction of his cock. It twitches.
"Oh!" I let out a shrill.
The buttons on my blouse continue to uncouple. My top opens. Glancing down, I see the heavy cleavage from my own tits. Looking forward, I see the affect on Jonathan's cock. It still points down, but it is definitely longer than before.
"Very nice," He compliments. "Better than any erotic magazine."
"Very nice," I want to say myself, but don't. I remain quite and only look. He elongates to 8 and then maybe 9inches in length, and then it starts to rise. He stands up against the table and faces me at an angle. He stands at the perfect angle to show off his size, which makes me wonder if he does so on purpose.
"Oh," I let out another shrill.
"Very nice," Jonathan compliments again.
His soft pecker grows into a giant cock, and then it continues to grow into a monster. It springs up quickly and soon points straight out of his body. And it not only grows longer, but it inflates wider too. My suspicion about long cocks needing a wide support is true. The sacrifice of my blouse is well worth the effort.
I reach the last button and open the blouse. I pull back the curtain to show him the performance behind the stage.
"Wow!" Jonathan speaks. "Very, very nice! You really have some whoppers!"
"So do you!" I catch myself saying out loud.
He looks down on himself. "Yes, I guess I do!" He speaks proudly. "Look at what you're doing to me."
I do look! I look right at it! His cock rises from horizontal to vertical. And it continues to grow ever longer and thicker at the same time. The thing is truly a monster! It's bigger than my biggest dildo. There is no way I would be able to accept such a big man. I stare directly at it as I peal back my blouse and slip it down off my shoulders.
"Do you like it?" He questions.
"Oh yes!" I speak with more enthusiasm than I intend. "I mean, yes! It's a little big."
"A little big?" He questions. "What does that mean?"
I take a deep breath. "I mean it's big," I speak shyly. "It's as big as you said it was."
His cock really does look to be about 12-inches long. I can't believe it! I am looking at a full 12-inches of male flesh. And not only long, but so wide too! I'm sure there is no way I could accept such a monster. Like he already voiced, I don't think I could open my cunt enough to accept it. And then I think about the depth and all the virgin territory he would be sure to reach.
"Well, I like yours too," He tells me. "Something about short girls with big tits really turns me on. You have a very nice set of tits. What are they, double Ds?"
I nod my head.
"You already know my size," He tells me anyway. "12 long inches in case you forgot."
"I didn't forget." I don't think I will ever forget. I wish I could take a picture and preserve the image for a lifetime. I can't believe I'm actually looking at such a gifted man. I mean it would be one thing to see a picture of him in a magazine, but I'm getting a live performance.
"Do you now understand why I want it shortened?" He questions as he looks upon it himself. "It's just too big to fit in many women. It splits their pussies apart too wide. It dives into their cunts too deep. My cock is just too big for most women to hold."
His words make me hot with desire. I feel a tremendous temptation to finger myself. I want to slip down my slacks and slip my fingers into my pussy. God, I am so wet!
"Give me your professional opinion Martha," He turns to give me more of a side profile. "As a nurse but also as a woman, would you recommend I go through with the surgery?"
I shake my head.
"Why not?"
I shrug my shoulders.
"Tell me! Why not?" He wants me to say it. "Try to talk me out of having the operation."
I shrug my shoulders again, but then speak. I figure I owe it to every woman on the planet. I speak for them. I have to try my best to talk him out of paring down such a magnificent length of male organ.
"You can't," I tell him. "You simply can't! It's too, it's too..." I have a hard time saying it. "It's too sexy to make smaller!" I blurt out.
"Why, thank you!" Jonathan accepts this compliment. "I'm glad you like it!"
"I do!" I almost yell at him. "God I love it!"
I can't believe I have just said this. I just told a man, a near stranger, that I loved his cock. "I'm sorry," I tried to pull the words back into my mouth. "I shouldn't have said that! I should be more professional. I've got to focus on my job as a nurse!"
He laughs at me. "That's all right Martha," He speaks calmly. "I'm used to it. Lot's of girls have the same reaction, especially when it starts to penetrate."
It looks even longer and wider when he models himself from the side. I can't help but stare at the monster. I want so much to run home and play with my dildo.
"Are you still going to get the doctor?" He brings me back to reality. "I believe the Doctor said that she wanted you to fetch her as soon as you got me full."
"Yes," I agree. "Susan! The Doctor!"
"Yes, the doctor," He prompts me. "You remember her, don't you?"
I almost forgot about Doctor Polichvich. "I better! I'll be right back."
I slip my way past him, past Jonathan and past his magnificent erection.

"Well is he?" Doctor Susan Polichvich asks me with a big smile on her face. "Were you successful?"
"Oh yes!" I nod.
"And did you have any problems bringing him to erection?"
"None!" I shake my head.
Her smile turns even bigger. "And the most important question of all," Susan lowers her tone to a whisper. "Is he as big as he says?"
I pause for a moment, and then answer in a shrill. "Oh Yes!"
She sits in Exam Room 2 going through the same stack of papers from the last time I saw her. I notice she's almost done, but she doesn't bother to finish.
"In that case," She lays them down. "I think we better return to the room and complete the examination."
Again, I distinctly notice her use the word "we." This time I have no second thoughts. I can't wait to join her.

"Well, well, well!" Susan voices her own appreciation of his size as soon as she walks in. "I see you weren't exaggerating, as many men do. Looks as though you are quite well endowed indeed."
Jonathan sits on the table. He stands as soon as we enter. I distinctly notice his cock sway up and down as soon as he jumps off the table. It looks slightly flaccid, but he quickly springs back up to a full hard-on as soon as I walk in.
"It's exactly how long I said," Jonathan answers. "I didn't exaggerate. Do you now see why I am interested in getting it reduced?"
"Yes I see," Susan answers him. "You could seriously hurt a girl with an organ as big as yours."
Susan looks down on it for several more seconds. Part of her cool, calm attitude has left her. I see she has trouble keeping up her professional manner, much like I do. I wonder if the same thoughts go through her mind as my own. And then I wonder if she might be as wet as me.
"Hop on back up here," She pats the table. "Just like before. Please lay down."
He does so.
"And Martha, step on over to the opposite side so you have a good view."
Doctor Polichvich stands on one side of the examination table. I stand on the other. A naked man lies before us. His huge, 12-inch long dick sits upright and at attention in front of us.
"Let's have a look," She begins simply.
Susan simply grabs it. She does not hesitate, but simply takes hold of his member with two fingers and pulls it so it points straight up into the air.
Jonathan immediately lets out a moan.
"Are you all right?" She pauses.
"I'm fine," Jonathan answers.
"I see you have no trouble with sensation," She tells him. "I don't sense any kind of nerve damage."
"No problem there," He agrees.
"Just don't eject on me," Susan instructs, but then adds with a laugh. "Not that I would mind! I'm sure it would be quite entertaining to watch a male of your size eject, especially with such a swollen set of nuts, but I need you to stay full until I am done with the examination."
Jonathan laughs back. "Don't worry! It takes a lot to get me off."
"Good," Susan agrees. "Because we can't have you spurting all over yourself." And then she adds as an afterthought, almost under her breath. "At least not yet, that is."
I can't believe the suggestion Susan just made! I wonder if this means we might see him. I suddenly have a disturbing thought that an ejection might be part of the examination. The thought makes me even wetter.
"Tell me Martha," I hear my name. "How quickly did Jonathan elongate? Did he spring to attention or did it take a few minutes for him to give you a hard-on?"
I have to take a moment to think about this. "More like spring," I decide. "It took him a few seconds, but considering his size..."
Susan nods. "No need to explain further." She smiles at me.
"And Jonathan," She turns her attention to the big man. "Do you always spring to attention without any problems?"
"Almost always," He answers. "Although I think with Martha it was a little faster than normal because of her chest."
Susan nods again.
Through all of this her fingers remain on his cock. She pulls it so it points straight up into the air, and then she moves it to either side. She looks at it all over. So do I.
At the same time, I notice Jonathan looking up at me. My top remains in only a bra, and his eyes remain firmly riveted on my big chest. I feel intimidated, but then I suppose my intimidation is a lot less than his. I mean he lies on an examination table with a hard-on. At least I'm partially clothed.
"No obvious defects," Susan declares. "And it certainly is in a very hardened state."
In order to test this, she lets go. She pulls his cock straight up into the air and lets go to make it slap against his belly. The sound of the slapping tube makes me even wetter.
"Fetch me a ruler," Susan instructs me next. "It's in the top drawer of that cabinet over there," She points. "And get me the long one. The six inch simply won't do."
I gasp at her words, knowing, of course, exactly why she needs the ruler. I must temporarily take my eyes off his hardened member in order to get it, but I relish in the knowledge of what I know the ruler will be used for.
"I'm going to do the measuring," Susan takes the 12-inch ruler from me. "I need you to hold his cock."
I almost fall over.
"What?" I declare.
"Oh, just hold it!" She chastises me. "It's no big deal. Just take Jonathan's gigantic prick and point it straight up into the air."
I am hesitant.
"I want to give you a lesson on how to take a man's measurements," Susan goes on. "To properly measure the length of a man, his cock needs to point straight out of his body," She demonstrates. "All I need you to do is to pull on his organ so that it points straight up. Point it up towards the ceiling while I take his measurements." And then she lets go to allow his cock to slap down across his stomach once more.
I cautiously reach out. While Susan stands opposite me, I cautiously reach out to touch his member. Jonathan lets out a moan when I first touch it, as though he is about to squirt, but I take hold on anyway. I reach out for his long pecker with two of my fingers and pull on it just below the head.
The thing feels surprisingly strong and resilient, which makes sense, considering its enormous size. I have to pull on it quite hard in order to get it to stand straight up.
"Now when you measure the length of a male cock," Susan holds the ruler along side. "You must position the ruler along the top surface of the cock to get the most accurate measurement."
I notice his length takes up the entire ruler. Jonathan indeed looks to be 12-inches in length. He didn't exaggerate. If anything, he looks to be a little longer than he said.
"Twelve and about one-eighth," She says. "I'm very impressed! Tell me, are all the males in your family just as big?"
"I'm the biggest!" He speaks proudly. "But all the males in my family are unusually well endowed. I guess it must be in the genes."
"It must be," Susan agrees. "Any of them have cock reduction surgery?"
"None," Jonathan answers. "At least none that I know of. I don't know if any of them would admit it if they did."
Through all of this, I continue to hold Jonathan's enormous cock. I hold it near the head by two fingers so it points straight up into the air.
"Keep hold," Susan pulls the ruler away but instructs me to stay put. "I'll be right back. I just left Jonathan's chart in the other room, but I'll be right back."
Unbelievably, she leaves me. I am left holding a 12-inch long cock in my fingers. It feels very uncomfortable, although at the same time it feels very nice. I am not quite sure what to do.
"Want me to let go?" I have to ask him after only a few seconds.
"I don't mind," Jonathan shrugs. "The doctor told you to keep hold, so I guess you better do as she says!"
"Yes, I better," I want to agree.
"Are you still against me getting the reduction operation?" He continues our conversation from earlier. "Now that you're touching my cock and can better feel its size, have you changed your mind?"
I shake my head.
"Ah, but I bet you would if you had to accept it," He gives me an incredibly enticing thought. "I bet you would change your mind if the thing was in your pussy instead of your hand."
I feel my hand start to shake.
"Tell me Martha, have you ever been fucked by such a large prick?"
I moan. I can't believe he's asking me this. Where's Doctor Polichvich? It's taking her a long time!
"By the sound of your breathing, I can tell that you haven't," Jonathan of course is right. "I bet you would change your mind if you had to try to accommodate the thing."
My hand shakes even more. My heart races. What is he doing? Is he actually inviting me to experience him?
"Perhaps I should allow you to try," I gasp at his words. "Of course, it would have to be from a purely medical perspective," He adds. "I'm thinking about fucking you in order to get your professional opinion of my size and your opinion of the potential operation."
I can't believe the words I hear him speak. I feel as though I am in a dream.
"Of course, it would be only to get your professional medical opinion," He emphases. "It would be like an experiment and wouldn't be done for pleasure, although I am certain you would feel a great deal of pleasure, provided I could split your cunt far enough to accept me."
His giant cock feels even longer at the sound of this suggestion. It seems to have become more ridged and I must hold tighter to keep it pointed straight up. I think he makes me an offer, but I'm not totally sure. I'm not sure of anything anymore. This is too unbelievable to be true.
"Well Martha?" Jonathan questions. "Do you think you might be interested, like maybe after we are done here?"
Now I know for certain! He really does want to fuck me! I can't believe what is happening.
"Well Martha?" He questions again.
I nod my head and then I shake it back and forth. I don't know! This is too much for me. I hold within my fingers the 12-inch organ of the most magnificent stud male I have ever met, and now he offers to use it on me.
"I better go to see what's keeping her," I have to let go of his cock. It is too much for me. As I turn to leave, I hear the big thing slap across his stomach.

"Well, it's about time," Susan chastises me when I enter. "Hurry up and undress!"
She gathers up her papers from the table and places them on the counter. I am not certain if I heard her correctly.
"Well Martha!" She repeats herself. "Get those cloths off."
"But I was waiting for you," I tell her. "I thought you were supposed to come back into the exam room."
"That was just a ruse," She answers. "I hope you didn't mind holding up his erection?"
I blush with embarrassment.
"That's what I thought," Susan knows my answer. "Now hurry up and take off the rest of your clothing. We don't have a whole lot of time."
I find myself undoing the buckle of my slacks, although I'm not sure why. "Why am I undressing?" I ask.
"Well, you do want him, don't you?" Susan speaks the obvious. "I know he wants you! I can tell by his cock! And I think you want him too."
I suppose I do. I mean any woman would! A woman would have to be insane not to want Jonathan or else a lesbian.
My slacks slip down off my waist, and then I sit down to take off my shoes and socks. "How much?" I ask. "How much am I supposed to take off?"
"Everything!" Susan speaks without emotion.
"Everything?" I question.
"Yes everything! And hurry it up!"
I stand back up in only a bra and panty. I pause, still unsure why I am undressing. I don't know what she has in mind.
"Trust me!" She sees my reluctance. "Take it all off. You will soon understand completely."
I do what she says, although I still don't know why. I slip down my panties, and then I unsnap my bra. The last time I undressed in Susan's exam room was as a patient.
"Oh, he's going to love them," Susan looks down upon my big tits. "He's going to absolutely love them."
It feels strange to hear another woman compliment me on my boobs. I briefly consider covering them with my hands or turning away out of shame, but then realize Susan has seen plenty of tits before. She's seen more tits than most women will ever see.
Then I think about her words. I think of her interesting use of the word, "him." The sound gives me a twinge of erotic excitement. I wonder what it means. I wonder if it is a hint of things to come.
"Now just sit up on the exam table," She turns her eyes away and instructs next.
I start to sit.
"Not there," She counters. "Over hear, on the end." She points.
I stand back up again and move. I sit my bare rear down on the far end of the table.
"And now lie straight back."
Susan helps me. She takes me by the shoulders and gently leans me back.
"What's this for?" I question.
"You'll see in a moment," She sooths me.
I soon find myself lying with my back on the table and my legs dangling over the side. I instinctively try to wiggle myself further up onto the table, but Susan won't allow it. With little warning, I feel her on my ankles. She grabs them and stops me. She gently pulls up my ankles and places them in the stirrups.
"Oh my God!" I cry out. I forgot about the stirrups. They make me grow nervous. I suddenly find myself with my legs spread open and my ankles held up high. "What is this?" I have to question.
She is not done yet. Silently, Susan first adjusts the stirrups. She loosens the knob just below the stirrup to lift my ankle higher. And then she loosens the knob at the base of the table to spread my legs apart further. First one leg and then the other, I find myself naked, vulnerable, with my legs spread up, open, and wide.
I could get up. I suppose I could have jumped off the table at any time. Nothing holds me down, yet I take no action. I'm not sure what it is, but I think it is the anticipation that holds me down. The thrill keeps me in place. I don't know exactly what Susan has planned, but I know it will be good.
"Oh, he's going to absolutely love it!" She steps back to admire my predicament. "Oh, when he sees those big tits of yours! And then when he sees that tight cunt! He's going to absolutely love it. Jonathan is going to ravish you!"
"What!" I start to rise up out of shock.
"Oh, don't worry!" She pushes my shoulders back down. "Don't worry Martha! This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
"I, I..." I can't speak.
"Just think about it," She tries to calm me. "Just think about it Martha! You are soon going to get what every woman wants! You are soon going to get the best fuck of your life!"
My eyes grow wide. My mouth hangs open. I am in shock. I can't believe the words I have just heard uttered from Susan's mouth. I think I even let out a moan.
Susan responds with just a laugh. "Come on Martha, I know you want it! I could tell when you first showed up back at my office. You want Jonathan to fuck you. You want him to fuck out your brains!"
I can't speak. I can't do anything. I just stay laying on the exam table wide eyed and open mouthed. I can't believe what is happening.
"Have fun!" She pats me on the forehead and leaves the room.