Better safe than sorry...

"Sure, sure... never a bad idea to double-check... better safe than sorry, after all..." the nurse said, but it was apparent by her absent tone that despite her best advice, she was satisfied with the accuracy of the results. She turned away from us to enter some notes in the computer and allowing her assistant to verify her data unobserved.

Amanda looked at me, then rolled her eyes, perhaps communicating that she was all too used to Mrs. Olivia's insincere platitudes. She smiled and began measuring once more, skipping to the part she found interesting, the genitals, this time in silence. First length, then diameter, then the testicles. She finished quickly, and then turned to her mentor, still at the computer, as if to speak, but then hesitated, apparently thinking better of it. She turned to me with a devilish grin, then without warning dipped her head into my lap and enveloped my erection in her mouth in one fell swoop.

I silently took in a surprised mouthful of breath, and then found myself unable to exhale, speak, or even move. She rapidly bobbed her head up and down, her still visible smile wrapped around me, swirling her tongue around in such an erratic and urgent fashion that I could barely even comprehend what was happening.

And just as quickly as she'd taken this unexpected step, seemingly mere seconds later, she shot upright again just in time for Mrs. Olivia to turn around. Amanda smiled at her innocently and wiped the excess saliva from her lips with her forearm. The nurse gave her a suspicious but playful look, a squint and a cock of her head, as if she perhaps knew what was up despite her bottomless assistant's deceptions.

"Um, I confirmed Mr. Doe's measurements," Amanda offered.

"Did you now?" Mrs. Olivia came over, now wearing a stethoscope around her neck, its long listening end plunging deep into her exposed and ample cleavage.