...Standing between the stirrups, Wendy turned around and parked her butt on the edge of the table. The doctor came over. He looked into her eyes as he placed a hand on her sternum, easing her torso back against the table. As before, he helped her slip her feet into the stirrups, except this time he ran his hands along the skin of her calves and ankles once her feet were in place.

Splayed naked on the table, Wendy had never felt so exposed and yet so tantalized. Her abdomen rose and fell with each breath while she awaited his next move.

He stood beside her and clasped both of her wrists in one of his hands. Slowly, he lifted them back behind her head. He held them in a light grip and caressed her breasts with the other. In his soft, gray eyes, Wendy read the indisputable haze of sensual abandon.

He spoke quietly. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” Wendy whispered. As she gave over to the ecstasy, she imagined her own eyes were glazed over with desire.

He ran his hand along her stomach a few times, eyeing her figure as he did. Her half- closed eyelids blurred her sight as she watched him bend over her. She succumbed to the blissful sensation of his lips traveling along her stomach. As his kisses connected to her lower abdomen, they seemed to stoke flames, leaving small fires wherever they touched. She heard herself whine each time his mouth made contact with her tantalized flesh.

His kisses led him over her breasts, up to her neck, and into the spot where earlobe meets jawbone. His ministrations there had her groaning incomprehensible nonsense, gyrating with abandon. At which point, he stood up and brought her hands down along her sides. She looked up in time to see his eyes flash desire before he turned away. Writhing there with fervor, she thought she might combust with his next touch.

She forced herself to breathe while he went over to the vacant stool and nudged with the tip of his foot against it, sending it gliding over to the edge of the table. She hungrily awaited his attention while he manipulated the stool into place. Once he had it positioned, he looked her over again, ogling her body like a starving man. When he finally sat down, Wendy cast her eyes between her legs until he finally settled into place.

Her head fell back against the table, and she rolled it side to side with increasing frustration and the crave of his touch.

With authority, he clasped one hand around the fleshy part of her thigh and reached the other toward her hairless cunt. He ran a finger between her outer and inner lips, watching as he did. He then lightly squeezed her inner labia between the index finger and thumb, drawing gasps from her. He moved his fingers only a centimeter, it seemed, but the effect was one of multi-leveled waves of bliss flowing through her genitals. Wendy began to rock her hips in response.

“You like that?” he whispered.

“I like everything you do,” she gasped.

The doctor slid his middle finger into her, then added the index. She gasped and groaned all the more. As he finger-fucked her, he slipped the thumb of his other hand down and circled it over her clitoris. She gurgled incomprehensible words of excitement as he increased the circling rhythm, her hips gyrating in response.

When he took his thumb off her clit, Wendy was about to beg for more. She was even more disappointed when she felt his fingers depart her hole. When she craned her neck up, however, all she could see was the crown of his dark, shiny hair between her slender thighs. The sudden sensation of his tongue against her slit made her cry out. She closed her eyes as his tongue licked her inner labia from the bottom up, over and over, flooding her with such intense pleasure she could only gasp and whimper with joy. Any words she was about to utter remained unspoken as she absorbed the sensation of his fingers spreading her cunt to lick her up and down with greater fervor.