Mrs. Olivia double checks her assistant's work.

"No no, allow me... can't have you do everything, after all," said the nurse, getting on her knees beside her aide. I could feel their mingled breath lightly tickling the head of my penis now. She looked closely at the head of my dick before continuing, holding it pointed at her face between her thumb and her forefinger. I was suddenly acutely aware of the girls in the waiting area, only yards away, doubtlessly watching the scene unfolding before them just as they had watched the naked girl now sitting among them earlier.

"Quite a specimen... hmmm..." There was a youthfulness to her fascination. Earlier I'd guessed she was in her mid thirties, but now, below me on the floor, I could have been looking at not one but two high school students. She was in her late twenties, maybe. The red hair was throwing me off.

After double-checking each of the measurements, Mrs. Olivia stood up and got a stethoscope from the tray.