Amanda!

“Amanda? Would you like to do this test as practice?”

Amanda’s face lit up with excitement, “Um… yeah! I really, really would! _Can _I?”

Mrs. Olivia nodded, and handed her the stethoscope. Amanda sat down on a large chair to the left side of the room. “Over here, John,” she said from her seated position. I wandered over to her, my hard-on swaying before me like a wand.

“Come on, sit down on my lap,” the nurse’s aide urged, patting her hands on her bare lap in a gesture of invitation.

I had problems convincing myself that it was really what she wanted me to do, but I sat down regardless, and found her pubic hair tickling the length of my butt crack. She reached over my shoulder with her left hand, positioning the so-called ear of the instrument over my chest, and with her other hand she reached around my waist, and gently clutched my private parts.

“Breath in… and out… and in… and breath out… breath innn…” with each breath she clutched my crotch harder and harder, until I finally let out a quiet yelp rather than my breath. This seemed to be what she had been waiting for, so she released it and turned to her mentor.

“It seems to be somewhat tender, from what I was able to observe, Mrs. Olivia.” Was that all that test was for? I could have told them that.

Mrs. Olivia smiled and nodded, and came over and gave my crotch a gentle, almost encouraging squeeze, looping the base of my shaft and the base of my scrotum in her hand. “Indeed. Very good Amanda,” she held her aide’s chin with her other hand, and looked directly into the girls eyes with pride or possibly lust. “…Very good indeed.”

“Um… so, are we almost done?”