"Oh good, you shaved. Saves me a step."

You feel her gaze on your lower lips and can't help but imagine her kissing them, just for a moment.

"Before I touch you, I just need to confirm consent. I feel it's best if I don't wear gloves because they will interact with the mold release agent. Is that okay?"

She's asking if she can touch you directly? Yes, please! You don't say that out loud though. You simply assent and she can begin.

"Gotta do a quick exam to make sure you're clear and then we can get started," she says, smiling with her eyes at you over the hill of your pelvis. With how wild your imagination has been going, she needs no extra lubrication as she inserts one, quickly followed by another finger and begins running them over your inner surfaces in a way that makes you squirm.

"Sorry," she says, "I just need to check a bit more." She moves her fingers back and forth, opens and closes them, and moves them in and out in a *very* well practised manner, her thumb manipulating your clit in a way you can't quite tell whether to call professional or 'like a pro.' You can't quite suppress a moan as you lose count of how many times she has moved them deeper into you.