Yes, Give Miss Adams A Peek.

“Okay I guess.” I said turning a little red.

“Oh my.” Ms. Adams said covering her mouth a little surprised. “You are certain it is supposed to be that big?” She said straitening herself.

“Yes ma’am.” I shook my head.

“Any vision or hearing lost, chest pains, shortness of breath, light headedness, headache…” Ms. Nelson said as she began to list off symptoms. I was thankful I didn’t have any as she went through them. Ms. Adams walked up beside me not really offering much in the way of medical advice. She smiled at me mostly when her eyes didn’t wonder down to my cock.

“No just soreness in my…” I said as I looked down.

“Should I get an ice pack?” Ms. Adams shrugged.

“No. If it’s something serious that might be hide something if it numbs it.” Ms. Nelson said as she leaned on the table with her hands looking down at it. “I am going to examine it if that is okay with you.” She looked up at me and grabbed a pair of gloves.

“Okay.” I shrugged. Once she had permission she wasted no time as she gently touched my cock. She took it examining it as she ran her fingers pressing on it here and there from the tip and slowly working her way down to the base. Her wondering hands weren’t doing anything to relive the pressure in my cock. If it was possible I swore I was getting harder.

“Relax you are in good hands.” Ms. Adams smiled. Ms. Nelson gave a small laugh. “Sorry.” Ms. Adams smiled. Ms. Nelson’s hands moved down lightly caressing my balls. I tried not to seem like I was enjoying it as much as I was but I was enjoying it a lot. Ms. Adams hand rubbed my thigh as she looked up at me as if trying to comfort me though having her hand only inches from my cock as well only made me wish she would touch it as well. Then she moved my balls aside and began to rub behind them feeling for who knows what.

“Well I don’t see any major problems.” Ms. Nelson smiled as she shook her head. “If you are having a reaction it may just be a mild one. looked at Ms. Adams

“You could always try masturbating? See if that relieves the pressure.”

“What here?” I asked. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Yes, I have some… Reading material… if you need it.” Ms. Nelson blushed as she went over and pulled out some magazines from a cabinet. John wondered why she had them in the first place.

“Or I could massage it for you.” Ms. Adams said as she blushed lightly.

“What?” I said more than a little surprised.

“If you think it is too sore to man handle I mean. I have been told I have very firm yet gentle hands. I put myself through school as a massage therapist.” Ms. Adams smiled though I had a feeling from the look she gave me when she said massage therapist she meant masseuse.