"I'm out of here," I said.

I started to get to my feet, but Dr. John grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me into a sitting position on the exam table next to Lance.

"Hell no," he said. "When you walked in those doors, you knew what you were coming in for. You aren't walking right back out without getting a cock."

"I want to go," I said.

Suddenly Lance jumps off the bed, grabs my wrists and pens them behind my back. Dr. John reaches down and rips my shirt open. Buttons go flying in all directions. He then unfastens the clasp on the front of my bra.

"Small but nice," he said. He leans down and takes a nipple in his mouth. I was scared and pissed, but I would be lying if I said it didn't feel good.

Dr. John **** a hand between my legs and felt my still wet pussy. He shoved a finger inside me, which made my whole body quiver. He was firm but not rough as he started to finger fuck me. His lips moved from on nipple to the other and, against my will, I started to orgasm.

"That's right," he whispered. "Not so eager to leave now, are we?"

But part of me was. I was being **** in the exam room. I wanted to run away and hide. Then again, it did feel good.