Refuse the exam.

Your body is screaming at you to enjoy this but a deep part of your mind holds control of your actions.

Mercy's hand pumps your cock with the care and control of a professional who has done this for many years.

You should be putty in her hands but a part of your brain is telling you not to go through with this.

Mercy's free hand moves over to open your towel when you grab her by the wrist. Her pleading eyes look to you.

"I'm really fine. A full examination is not needed." You tell her.

She bites her lip softly then sighs.

"Is it Tracer you like? Actually its better if you don't tell me. I really should be going." She mumbles.

She moves back from the bed and quickly backs up towards the bedroom door. Mercy dissappears through it without a backward glance.

Your sure you have upset her but before you can go after her sleep quickly overtakes your body.