She grabbed his shaft.

Kenji wanted to protest when Shoko grabbed his shaft without putting on latex gloves but instead let out a low moan. The young doctor smirked as she moved and rotated his thick, veiny shaft like a car's gear stick to take a closer look at different angles.

"How's your sensation?" she asked. But before he could answer she started stroking him. Kenji leaned back and grasped the edge of the table, clenching his teeth as he strained not to groan. "Relax, Mr. Kataoka. I need to properly examine you."

Kenji accepted his fate. He told himself he was not cheating on his wife since Shoko was a medical doctor and she was trying to help him ejaculate.

"How often does your wife give you a handjob, Mr. Kataoka?" Shoko asked with a smile, noticing the emotional dilemma on his face. She continued to piston her small delicate hand up and down his thick meat pole that was abnormally bigger than the average Japanese man.

"She... uh... she never... uh... has," he stuttered.

Dr. Sugimoto suddenly stopped stroking, much to Kenji's chagrin. "Hmm, you still have not cum. Impressive," she noted. "How often does your wife give you fellatio, Mr. Kataoka?"

"Fellatio?" he asked embarrassingly.

"Blowjob," Shoko smiled at his naivety.

"Um...," he paused and bowed his head. "Never."

"Hmm," she said, grabbing his cock again.