How could you not feel guilty about hanging out with a doctor?

When Yang Xiaoqing, radiant with joy, entered, her voice was full of delight. It was like the perfect pick-me-up, the elixir of happiness after a long day of seeing patients' worried faces; naturally, I smiled back and rose to greet her…
I took off her black blazer and hung it on a hanger; then, I watched as she, dressed in a professional business attire—a light, sheer white silk blouse, a black pencil skirt, dark gray semi-sheer stockings, and black mid-heeled shoes—gracefully walked to the sofa
and slowly sat down. Her smile, set against her two bright, dark eyes, and accentuated by the silver earrings and the delicate platinum necklace around her neck, appeared exceptionally radiant; though the only colors were her lightly applied lipstick and the slight blush on her cheeks.
“Mrs. Zhang looks beautiful today!” I complimented her sincerely.
“Thank you~, today… I did put in a little more effort…” she said with a wide grin.
Two rows of pearly white teeth contrasted sharply with her alluring thin lips.
"Really?... But it looks so natural!" I said, yet I imagined her awkwardness as she took my penis into her mouth.
"Hehe...hehe..." She laughed for some reason, her body trembling slightly.
The hem of her short, narrow skirt couldn't conceal her knees pressed together, which she brought tightly together, then slightly parted, before crossing her legs. She shifted her round buttocks, which were sunk into the sofa, as if trying to settle herself. Finally, she clasped her hands together, interlacing her fingers, and placed them on her knees, tilting her large, expressive eyes up to gaze deeply at me; she didn't say a word; she just smiled, a sweet, gentle smile...
What were these seemingly subtle, yet not so subtle, body language saying? (I asked myself.)
After a long while, she finally couldn't help but say, "...I'm so happy!...Because I made that phone call with you..."
"..." I knew what she was going to say next, so I remained silent.
“You know what?… Dr., that phone call was like a magic pill! It made my whole weekend so happy and carefree!… Really, I never imagined we would…”
“Mrs. Zhang, but even a magic pill has side effects!” I quickly interrupted her.
“What side effects?…” Her bright black eyes darted around as she asked.
“Think about it,” I called to her.
“…Hmm… Hmm, you mean… there will be negative consequences?” She started to think.
“…” I let her think, but I stared at her.
After a long while, Yang Xiaoqing pursed her lips and stammered, “…You mean, that unnatural sexual behavior?… It will make me… feel guilty?”
Her hands, which were wrapped around her knees, tightened nervously. While struggling to think, she shook her head and nodded repeatedly, then shook her head again as if denying something; finally, she stammered, "...Well...I often...feel guilty, and that's why I always feel uneasy about my actions;...
especially regarding sex, it's always particularly intense; I feel like I'm so wicked, that I've done all the wrong and inappropriate things!... "
...Well, of course, it's also because all these years, I've been having affairs...having extramarital relationships; keeping my husband in the dark, making him wear a green hat, and not knowing for so long...So, in terms of the marriage not being a marriage at all, just a facade;...I am simply unforgivable, the culprit!..."
Yang Xiaoqing's face darkened. Her
previously straight back slumped slightly forward, her cheeks lowered. After a moment, she tossed aside her black hair and looked up at me.
"And the more fundamental reason for this situation?" I asked.
"...The reason? ...The reason, of course, is:...I don't love my husband at all, and he doesn't love me either!" ...This is the most obvious and simplest reason! ...Everyone knows, including my husband himself, that I have no feelings for him, that there is no romance between us. ...Even though he keeps telling everyone he's a good husband who cares for his family and loves his wife. ...But even those with eyes can see, though they dare not call him out on it, know that as a woman, I could never love a man like him, nor could I get any satisfaction from him...
"...Except because he's a...billionaire, the big boss of a conglomerate, and I don't have to worry about real life at all, and I have more material enjoyment than millions of people...
"...So, although outsiders see me as very rich, and therefore a happy rich woman, a noblewoman, a young mistress; but in reality, I'm truly a penniless pauper who has nothing and can't get anything! ...
Just to get, to get even a tiny bit of a man's love, I have to beg, like a beggar, asking for a little bit of love, even just crumbs of bread...
"...And it's all impossible...complete love..."
Yang Xiaoqing's eyes glistened with tears; she bit her lower lip, holding back the tears.
I felt sorry for her.
I moved closer to the sofa and placed my hand on her clasped hands.
"I know, that feeling is awful!" I whispered to her.
Yang Xiaoqing nodded, and two hot tears dripped onto my hand. She pulled one hand away, trying to wipe it dry, but felt only the wetness of the tears and awkwardly forced a bitter smile, saying, "I'm sorry, Dr.!..." while suppressing a sob.
"It's okay, don't take it to heart!" I gently patted her hand; with my other hand, I stroked her shoulder, comforting her, "Feelings are always real, there's no need to suppress them." As I spoke, I handed her a tissue to wipe her tears.
"Thank you, Dr....you're so good to me!" A faint smile appeared on her lips as she said, "You let me experience and understand why guilt...is so unpleasant..."
I shook my head, wanting to tell Yang Xiaoqing that it wasn't the guilt itself that was unpleasant, but rather the unhappiness at the source of the guilt, which was the sorrow she felt; but to avoid disturbing her thoughts, I remained silent. When she looked up, she said, "...You know, Dr.?...Actually, it's precisely because I've been constantly trying to escape guilt and that feeling of being ashamed to death just thinking about it that I'm even more anxious and yearning for a man's love! Right? Do you think my thinking, this analysis, is correct?... "
"What do you think?" I asked habitually.
"...Uh, maybe!...Because...because only in a man's love can I completely forget myself and be completely liberated from unhappiness;...So, the easiest way for me to be liberated is...intense and passionate sex, or other sexual acts..."
Yang Xiaoqing paused, looked at me deeply, and said softly, "...like..."
"What?... " I didn't hear her clearly and asked.
“…Like that magic pill from that night!?” She laughed; then, excitedly, she discovered something: “…You know what? I just realized!…I discovered that every time I feel guilty, it’s before meeting with my lover, boyfriend, or mistress, and after we’ve slept together…
“…I feel so ashamed and regretful…like an unfaithful, shameless slut, betraying my husband and family; on one hand, I make excuses to absolve myself of guilt, and on the other hand, I make useless false vows, saying I’ll never do it again…
“…But it’s so strange, so strange, I feel guilty with every man I sleep with; only with a certain kind of person can I feel completely without unease or guilt!…Do you know who it is?
Dr.?!…” Yang Xiaoqing asked urgently.
“It’s…Dr., right? You only feel guilty when you’re with a doctor!?…” I countered.
Yang Xiaoqing smiled broadly and nodded firmly: “Exactly, exactly!…You’re so smart! Dr.!”
"You guessed it right away! You saw right through her!" she exclaimed, then continued, "...Do you know how I found out? ...Because not long ago, I had a brief affair with a doctor. ...Although it was only two months, I never felt guilty towards my husband; I felt no remorse whatsoever, and even thought it was what I should have done!"
"Why?" I asked, curious.
"...Because he's a doctor! ...Doctors can do many things for their patients...things other men can't do, and because of the needs of treatment, they don't have to be bound by too many moral constraints, right?"
I looked at her, puzzled.
"...I feel that we people are like cars. Sometimes we run very well, everything is smooth; but when something goes wrong, like it won't start, won't go fast, or has other performance problems, what do you do? ...Of course, you take it to a repair shop, let the mechanic thoroughly check and repair it, and test drive it to see if it's fixed, right!" "...The mechanic at that car shop is an expert; he knows more about cars than you do. So, it's only natural that he checks your car, repairs it, starts it, and lets you test drive it. ...Isn't that all perfectly reasonable? ...
So, if people are cars, then the mechanics at the clinic are like the experts at the repair shop, right?
So, whether you're actually sick or not, if you go to the mechanic and let him fix this and that, it's just like checking a car; you won't feel guilty no matter what he does! ...Do you understand what I mean, Dr.?"
Yang Xiaoqing looked at me earnestly, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
(She really knows how to make up twisted logic!) I thought to myself, but suppressed it and just smiled and said, "Hmm~ Mrs. Zhang's analogy is quite good, but~..." Before I could finish, Yang Xiaoqing interrupted and continued to explain with great interest: "...It's not just an analogy, it's actually very apt; you see, people say that a woman's body should only be given to her husband, and no other man should touch it casually, right?...
But the person who cherishes their car the most, who doesn't allow anyone else to touch their beloved car, is willing to let the mechanic thoroughly examine it inside and out, understand it completely, and adjust it precisely to its best performance!...
"...So letting the mechanic work on the car, adjust its performance, and test drive it; going to the clinic for a thorough examination by the doctor, treating any symptoms in time; adjusting sexual function, using Vitality to its peak effect, and preventing other possible diseases;...isn't that exactly the same, with no difference?!"
"Uh~ wait a minute, Mrs. Zhang! Did you say 'sexual function'?" I asked her to clarify.
"Ah~? I said 'sexual' function?" …She laughed too; shaking her head, “I let it slip! Function, well, it’s normal…that’s what I really meant…” Her cheeks flushed slightly.
“But, pointing out your ‘Freudian slip’ will help you understand yourself better!”
Yang Xiaoqing blushed even more, glancing at me with a coquettish look, like she was pouting at a lover: “Hmm…! ! …
“Stop it! Stop mocking me! …As if you don’t know that I’m basically suffering so much because of my sexual issues, that I bear so much guilt! …
But it’s precisely because I had sex with a doctor…that I understand what I need to do to avoid psychological baggage, to avoid being oppressed by moral dogma and feeling ashamed or guilty! …Right?” "
She kept repeating the same arguments, I wonder if she's getting annoyed with herself?
Besides, what she was saying was just a ridiculous and childish word game, which Yang Xiaoqing was completely unaware of.
The one suffering was her suppressed emotions and feelings, which, because she was so engrossed in her thoughts, were ignored and lost their connection and contact. (Translator's note: The original text uses "connect" and "in touch with...")
"Ugh, so tired~ Oh! ...I don't even want to talk anymore!" Yang Xiaoqing sighed.
"Since you're feeling it again, let's be silent for a while!" I advised.
I gently patted her shoulder, and she leaned against me...
She looked up, her bright black eyes meeting mine...
then closed, her thin lips trembling slightly; as if she felt my breath ruffling her hair, she whispered, "Baby, I can feel you kissing me!" …
“Mmm!…Mmm~!…”
＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊“…Who is kissing you?…”
Because I had never kissed Yang Xiaoqing. At least so far, all “contact” had remained within the bounds of reason, no, meaning, within the bounds of the natural “massage” action. There was no involvement of any so-called “emotional” motive. This proved that my actions with the patient in the consultation room still followed the clinic's rules and did not overstep any boundaries.
“…Of course it’s the doctor, a Dr.~!” she replied sweetly.
“What department’s doctor, and that Dr.…” I pressed, massaging her shoulders.
Yang Xiaoqing smiled with narrowed eyes, murmuring, “Of course it’s…gynecology!…His name is Dr. Freedman…”
“The one who specifically does your gynecological exams…Dr. Freedman…?”
“Mmm~!…You know him?” Yang Xiaoqing asked without opening her eyes.
"I don't know you..."
"...No wonder! After all, you're not in the same line of work, even though you both understand me so well!..."
She leaned her upper body into my arms, her delicate hand brushing against one of my thighs, gently tapping it against my knee outside my pants; my hand, which was massaging her shoulder, unconsciously tightened its grip a little.
"Oh~~! Dr., you massage so well~ so well!..." Her expression, tilting her head back and sighing sweetly, was incredibly alluring.
Then she murmured, "...You guys, you all know so much about women!...Like, Freeman, his kissing technique is just...so amazing, I'll never forget it!...And Dr. Johnston, you're a master masseur, of course!..."
After praising her, she opened her eyes and gave me a seductive glance; she pursed her thin lips and pleaded, "Oh! Help me...lie down! My muscles are sore and my bones are a little...numb!..."
"What muscles and bones?" I asked as I helped her lie down.
"Because you're not a gynecologist, that's why I need to ask." She pointed to her waist, stomach, and thighs.
"I'm ultimately...not in the same line of work as Freeman!" I reached out and gently massaged Yang Xiaoqing's abdomen.
"But you understand my heart better..." Her dark, bright eyes were filled with tenderness. Then, half-closing her eyes in a gesture of enjoyment, she said, "So I want to tell you about him and me... Would you like to hear it? Dr. Johnston?..."
"Yes, Mrs. Zhang, please go ahead!"
"Okay, but please don't laugh at me!..."
"Okay, but please don't laugh at me!..."
Yang Xiaoqing, reclining on the sofa, her head resting on one armrest, had her high heels still on, which she had lifted onto the sofa, looking incredibly beautiful. I almost didn't want to take them off to protect the sofa. But she was quite self-aware; when I picked up a soft pillow and placed it under my knees, her feet jerked together, causing her mid-heel to slip off and fall to the floor.
I bent down to pick up the shoes and straighten them. I heard her say, "I'm so sorry! Dr..."
"It's alright, Mrs. Zhang..." As she spoke, my hand had already touched her stockinged calves... slowly sliding down to her knees.
“Hmm~, your hands are so light and gentle!…” Yang Xiaoqing closed her eyes, pursed her lips and smiled, “They’re just like… Dr. Freeman’s hands, so light and dexterous!…
“...Really, if Ling Hailun hadn’t told me beforehand that Dr. Freeman’s hands… were particularly light and dexterous, I probably wouldn’t have wanted him to be my gynecologist and do my regular checkups!…”
“Oh~? Dr. Freeman was also introduced to you by Ling Hailun?…” I asked, slightly surprised.
“Yes, yes; but not really! ...Because I already knew him. ...Several years ago, when I was dating a boyfriend named Fang Renkai, and we were having regular dates, I ran into him at a shopping mall one time…”
“Ah! The one, the OB-GYN mentioned in Xiaoqing’s Story? ...I think his name was Freeman?…” I asked as if I had a sudden realization.
“Yes! Dr., you have a great memory, and you care about me so much!…” She smiled and continued, “...It was him! ...You could say that after knowing him for many years, we finally had this formal doctor-patient relationship!… “
...So you know we bumped into each other at the shopping mall twice, and we sat down together for coffee both times; he introduced himself so naturally and elegantly, and he very sincerely praised me as a very attractive woman; it made me feel so lightheaded!” …Yang Xiaoqing's smile was also light and airy.
I hoped she wouldn't spend too much time repeatedly describing the scenes from the "story," but I remained silent; avoiding disturbing her train of thought and emotions was also a professional habit of mine.
(Translator's note: The details of Yang Xiaoqing's incessant recounting of her acquaintance and reunion with Dr. Fei are omitted here.)
************ "Then, I finally mustered up the courage to make an appointment at Freeman's clinic by phone…"
"...The first time I went to him for a checkup, my heart was pounding like a deer's. Knowing he was very interested in women's underwear and panties, I kept wondering if I should wear something sexy and revealing to see him?...Of course, I wasn't that bold in the end, and just wore a pair of wide, conservative white cotton panties, like a mother's. I only breathed a sigh of relief when I got there, because according to the law, a female nurse must be present throughout the entire gynecological examination at the clinic, supposedly to protect female patients from indecent assault by male doctors...So, after I was examined, put my clothes back on, and had my consultation with the doctor, she didn't leave to prepare for the next patient..."
"You know how clinics arrange examinations for patients of the opposite sex!" I said.
Yang Xiaoqing laughed too: "...Although I knew, I still hoped that only he would examine me!
...Anyway, since it was the first time, and there was a female nurse present, it was alright! ...Later, when I put my clothes back on and consulted with him alone, he kept smiling at me; saying that he had missed me and was waiting for me to see him for a long, long time; I blushed and lowered my head, saying that I had never had the courage to ask him...
"...I said that it wasn't that I didn't want to, but because...I was worried that he was too knowledgeable about women's underwear; that when he saw the briefs I was wearing, he might judge me and make me feel embarrassed...
"...Then, he laughed heartily and asked me: Now you're not worried, are you?!...
"...I nodded shyly and said that since he had already seen and examined everything below, there was no use in worrying!
Then, he began to ask me very kindly questions about gynecology." "
...And strangely enough, I put aside all my reservations and answered all his questions!... It felt like we suddenly became very familiar and close....
But because of time constraints, we couldn't talk for too long, so he suggested that if I needed it, we could arrange a special consultation at dusk; it wouldn't matter if his secretary or nurse was off work.... I immediately nodded happily in agreement and made an appointment to go to his clinic at 5:30 pm that day when the smear report was ready..."
"Hmm, this Dr. Fei is really efficient in his practice!" I interjected with a sigh.
At the same time, I inserted two thumbs into the gap between Yang Xiaoqing's thighs, kneading the indented acupoints on the inside.
"Oh~~ Ooh!..." She couldn't help but tremble and gasp, while her knees slightly parted; she softly called out: "Ah~ Oh! Put it in! Rub my... thighs, Dr.!..."
She raised her knees, allowing my hands to reach behind her thighs.
********** ... "..."
"I know, Mrs. Zhang wore sexy underwear the second time she saw him, right?" I asked.
Yang Xiaoqing nodded with a smile: "Need I say more? Hehe! ...
"...When I arrived at the clinic, it was just past five o'clock, and the nurses were leaving for the day; there was also a blonde foreign woman waiting in the waiting room. ...When I looked at her, she kept staring at me, looking very uneasy.
...Then she asked me if I was also seeing Dr. Freeman for a special consultation? ...I felt guilty and suppressed my shame before nodding. ...
"...She then told me that Freeman was the best gynecologist she had ever seen; that he understood women's bodies and had a particularly unique understanding of their psychology, which was why his business had been booming and he was extremely popular since he opened his clinic! ...I don't know why, but seeing her dress tightly covering her incredibly voluptuous figure, her breasts almost bursting out, and thinking that hundreds and thousands of women like her had been carefully looked at and touched by Freeman, I felt a strong pang of jealousy!" "
...Later, an Asian woman walked quickly out of the examination room. Luckily, I didn't recognize her; and her breasts weren't very large, which made me feel a little better. ...
"...As soon as the door opened, Freeman called the blonde woman in, smiling at me and saying, 'It'll be my turn soon.'
So, I waited alone in the empty waiting room, each second feeling like an eternity; I couldn't help but fantasize about what he and that busty Western woman were doing inside! ... "
...After what seemed like an eternity, the Western woman left with a smile. Then it was my turn, alone with Dr. Freeman, whom I'd been thinking about for days...just the two of us in the quiet clinic!..."
Yang Xiaoqing paused, glancing at me with a smile in her eyes; she didn't say a word.
"What are you thinking about, Dr. Johnston?..." she asked, licking her lips.
"Thinking about how Mrs. Zhang's consultation was conducted?" she replied, kneading her thigh under her tight skirt.
"Hehe, hehe..." She lifted her buttocks, pulled her narrow skirt up a little, and said, "Of course I took off my panties and did it carefully!..."
＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ "Huh~, wasn't it just a consultation? Why did you take off your pants!?" I asked.
“Yes, that’s how it has to be, that’s what makes it special!… Hehe!” She smiled mischievously, then continued, “…When Freeman waved to me with his hands covered in soap suds, I was still a little worried and glanced at his pants to make sure the zipper was zipped up; then I sat down and waited for him to wash and dry his hands in the sink, return to the table, and open my medical record…
“…He said my smear report was normal, and I breathed a sigh of relief; then I started my formal consultation with him…
“…Well, the topic of our conversation, of course, was my sexual relationship with my husband, talking about how I’ve had completely irregular sex life for many years, sometimes very frequent, and sometimes not having any sexual activity for a very long time; he said that this has indeed had a very negative impact on my physical health and that I should try to improve and adjust it… “
…He also said that because I had vaginal tightening surgery, I need to have regular sex life and maintain the flexibility of the muscles inside, otherwise they will gradually atrophy and lose their ability to contract freely, making it impossible to maintain high-quality pleasure during intercourse.” "
...I blushed deeply, too ashamed to lift my head; I could only stammer in response, saying that my husband and I actually had sex very infrequently, maybe four or five times a year; and even when we did, we didn't think about anything high-quality during the act...
"...On the contrary, my affairs with my lover were more frequent than with my husband; but that was completely unpredictable, sometimes sporadic, like a guerrilla war, sneaking into bed whenever I had the chance, and then we'd be so desperately horny that we'd only stop at the last minute when we had to break up. ...It felt like I was eating a meal on an irregular schedule. ...And whenever I couldn't bear it anymore, I often had to resort to masturbation..."
"...Then, he asked me how I masturbated. I told him the truth, and by the end, I was so heartbroken, I almost cried. I lowered my head in front of him, my whole body trembling uncontrollably...
"...He then stood up, came over and took my hand in a comforting manner, while glancing towards the examination room to indicate that he could take a closer look and offer some suggestions. ... "
...I thought, when I saw him last time, although he had already examined me and palpated me, it was all in a rush, and there was a nurse present, so he definitely couldn't have seen clearly; that's why I needed to be examined again, so I obediently nodded and followed him into the examination room...
"...Freeman's hand was so light, so soft, and so warm, as if it carried so much emotion, making me feel incredibly warm, my whole heart almost melted!" ...Without realizing it, I leaned closer to him; and he naturally put his arm around my waist, pushed me to the examination table, and gently told me to let him help me up...
"...I was completely flustered, almost not knowing how to climb onto the table!...
"...He seemed to be taking care of me, telling me not to rush, that I could slowly take off my skirt!..."
Yang Xiaoqing stopped here and asked me, "Dr., do you know why Freeman... told me to slowly take off my skirt?"
"Why?" I shook my head.
Yang Xiaoqing laughed and shook her head too, saying, "I don't know either! ...I was in a hurry to ask him if there was enough time?
Because... I didn't want to be like that big-chested foreign woman, where he could see everything in one go and then I had to leave!" "
...Freeman stood behind me, his hands on the waist of my tight skirt, gently stroking down the curve of my buttocks, very slowly; while whispering in my ear: 'It will take some time to determine my performance... ah, I misspoke... to determine if my "sexual function" is at its peak?... He even asked me if I had enough time for him to carefully examine me and make any necessary adjustments?...
...Upon hearing this, I was immediately overjoyed!" I nodded vigorously to indicate that I had plenty of time, then leaned back against his strong chest; with my eyes closed, I murmured, "Won't it take a very, very long time?...
If it takes too long, I might not
be able to handle it!"... "...Freeman's warm hands moved from my buttocks to my stomach, kneading and slowly circling, gently pressing on my uterus; at the same time, he told me: since it's the first time, it won't take too long, just to check if I'm responding and how quickly I'm responding... "
..." "Oh~!..." I exclaimed, almost saying that I might be disappointed!
Of course, I didn't say it out loud, I just kept twisting my buttocks back, trying to touch his pants to see if he was hard!... But he kept his lower body away from me, never letting me touch it, which made me anxious, so I leaned forward, tightly gripping the metal handle and footrest of the examination table, while sticking my constantly twisting buttocks back even further! …
“…mmm…mmm…!…” Yang Xiaoqing on the sofa groaned softly, unable to contain herself.
Her eyes were closed, as if lost in a memory; she also exerted her waist, grinding her round buttocks into the sofa. My hand, which was stroking her thighs under her tight skirt, was pinned down by her legs, so I could only grab and pinch haphazardly…
“…” Ah~ Oh! Harder, Dr.! Rub harder! “…I couldn’t hold back any longer: “Please…
harder…rub my buttocks, Dr.! …” I cried out to Dr. Freeman…
“…He then thrust his hard penis… into my tight skirt, between my buttocks, and pounded into me; while his hands rubbed my buttocks hard…praising my good reaction; and asking if I always did that when flirting with my husband or boyfriend? …
“…” No way! I… “I kept shaking my head, saying that my husband and I have never flirted at all; what kind of reaction is that!?… I only react like this when I'm having a secret rendezvous with my boyfriend!…
“…Then, he laughed and said that my performance must be very good when I'm in bed with my boyfriend, right?!… He asked if I wanted to test it out?…
“…Of course, I nodded vigorously and said: “Of course I would!”…
Yang Xiaoqing half-opened her seductive eyes: “Now, you should know why I said the human body is like a car, right!?”
“I see, I understand!” I nodded and smiled, then asked again: “And then?…”
She smiled even wider, like a flower. “…Then we…tested it out on the inspection table!…
“…Dr. Johnston, do you want to hear more?”
“Yes, I want to hear more!” I nodded.
“Oh, then you'll have to wait a bit, I need to go to the bathroom.” "
With that, Yang Xiaoqing jumped off the sofa, picked up her purse, and quickly went into the bathroom.
I was left alone, panting; I moved my chair to the table, flicked the mouse, and stared at the gradually brightening computer screen…
reflecting the scene in the bathroom…"
This clinic has installed both overt and covert cameras throughout the entire building. The purpose is to ensure patient safety and privacy, and to prevent inappropriate behavior between medical staff and patients. This is especially true in the psychoanalysis interview rooms, physical therapy rooms, operating rooms, and unattended public restrooms. The cameras are also connected to the computer screens of the clinic manager and the security company, allowing for timely intervention in case of any abnormalities or emergencies. The recorded footage is also essential evidence in investigations… As
for the restrooms in the interview rooms, the hidden cameras are directly connected to the doctor's computer; this ensures immediate intervention should a patient suddenly become mentally unstable or engage in self-harm. For safety and ethical reasons, every doctor and nurse working at the clinic must, of course, guarantee that they will never misuse such sensitive equipment and will bear all legal responsibility.
In short, everything a patient does in the restroom in the interview room is recorded on my computer. It's all perfectly clear.
While the responsibility is indeed significant, it's also the duty; the patient entrusts their heart and mind to you, the doctor, so of course you must wholeheartedly care for them to be the responsible approach, right?
Enough of this digression, let's focus on Yang Xiaoqing's toilet routine!
Actually, nothing happened. She sat on the toilet, urinated, washed her hands, looked in the mirror, touched up her makeup… all her actions were perfectly normal. Except the camera showed that she wasn't wearing pantyhose under her skirt today, but rather a garter belt around her waist, tying on a pair of grey stockings; nothing… What truly aroused my voyeuristic desire
was her rummaging through her purse for a long time, her hands seemingly tidying up or fumbling for something, her movements a bit strange; and the way she looked into her purse and then at her reflection in the mirror, her posture and expression... well... made me quite curious.
Yang Xiaoqing pulled her narrow skirt down from her hips, turned and opened the bathroom door, and at the same time, the computer screen went out.
I turned my chair around and watched her walk out of the bathroom. Her
cheeks were flushed with an awkward smile.
********************************** After using the restroom, Yang Xiaoqing stood in front of me...
"Feeling much better, Mrs. Zhang?" I asked her.
"Yes, much better!" She shook her hair, shaking off the embarrassment, and smiled brightly, "...Lying on the sofa for too long, standing up is quite comfortable! Dr., what about you?" she asked me with her eyes.
"Sitting is more comfortable." I held out my hands; Yang Xiaoqing came closer and let me hold her slender waist.
She stood with her legs apart, her black pencil skirt stretched to its limit; she moved closer to me, her slightly protruding belly sticking out in front of me, looking exceptionally sexy; I couldn't help but move one hand to her beautiful curves, slowly stroking her in circles, gently pressing and kneading with my four fingers together...
"Oh~! So comfortable..." she sighed softly, tilting her head back: "...Just like Dr. Freeman~ Oh! Your hand..."
"Mrs. Zhang likes this...slow way of flirting?"
"Mmm~~, I like it, I like it very much!"
I looked up and saw her face filled with an expression of intoxication amidst her cascading black hair. My other hand cupped her round buttocks, feeling the plump cheeks taut beneath her tight skirt; her lower body swayed like rippling water…
I couldn't help but praise her: “Mrs. Zhang… actually, you wiggle your butt quite beautifully!”
Yang Xiaoqing placed her hands on my shoulders, letting out a beautiful moan; interspersed with deep, heavy breaths and dreamlike cries: “Oh ah~! Freeman teased me like that too… I couldn't help it, that's why I wiggled my butt!…”
“And then?…” My hand kneading her fleshy cheeks felt the garter belt around her waist, hooking onto her stockings…
“…and then he pinched my buttocks and laughed, asking me why, when we first met, I knew to wear conservative underwear, but today I was wearing such revealing, sexy thongs and garter belts?… I was so embarrassed I didn't know how to answer; so I rambled on, saying something ridiculously absurd:…
“…” Because my husband had no idea I would buy such… such revealing, such sexy clothes. That's why I wore it to show you!… “Hehe!” "Don't you think I'm exaggerating... Dr.?!"
"...Haha, ha! Mrs. Zhang, you're really ridiculous!" I laughed, pinching her buttocks hard with one hand.
"Oh~ Ooh!!... Be gentle~!" Yang Xiaoqing twisted and pouted coquettishly. I then asked, "Then tell me, why are you wearing revealing, sexy purple panties and garter belts today too!?"
Suddenly she exclaimed in surprise, "Ah~? How do you know it's purple? ...
"...You didn't see it, how could you possibly know... what color I'm wearing underneath?..."
"Of course I could..." I laughed and replied, "I can tell the color just by touching it!"
At the same time, I lifted Yang Xiaoqing's narrow skirt, flipped it up to her stomach, and rolled it up to her waist.
“Ha!…It really is purple!”
“Oh my! You’re so amazing!…” she exclaimed sweetly, holding my head in her hands, her slender fingers combing through my hair, pulling and tugging; at the same time, she spread her legs and staggered forward; finally, she straddled my thighs.
She whispered, “Ah! It’s simply…unbelievable magic hands!…” Her buttocks trembled as she said, “Ah, so tight…the skirt is too tight! Help me unzip and unbutton it!”
I did as she asked, loosening Yang Xiaoqing’s skirt at the waist and rolling it up to her stomach. She sighed, “Ah!! Finally, I’m free!…”
Then, while I rubbed and massaged her round buttocks, her cleft and folds, she held my head, sighing and sobbing intermittently; describing in broken sentences the wonderful scene of Dr. Freeman testing her sexual function on the gynecological examination table, and the sexual intercourse process in which she found that she did not feel any guilt from beginning to end.
Yang Xiaoqing sat on my lap, hugging me...
and sweetly recounted how she underwent Dr. Freeman's "test."
"Oh, Dr.! You know those gynecological exam tables are actually quite uncomfortable, right?"
"Of course I know...but Mrs. Zhang couldn't care less, could she?"
"Exactly!...Freeman unbuckled my tight skirt, pulled down the zipper, and let it fall down with a flick of his wrist; as soon as he saw my sexy panties and garter belt, he excitedly praised me, saying I was incredibly beautiful!...He helped me turn around and hugged me tightly, giving me a passionate, passionate French kiss, kissing and kissing......
I was almost dizzy from the kisses, but he wouldn't stop, even sucking on my neck and biting my ear;...his hands moved from my back to my buttocks, from my buttocks to my stomach, then up to my chest, kneading my breasts through my shirt and bra;...finally, I was completely dazed and weak, slumped in his arms; I didn't even know how he got me onto the examination table, lying on my back!" ...
Until I opened my eyes, I found myself almost completely naked. My bra was long gone, revealing my small breasts with two prominent nipples; my panties had been stripped off, my thighs were spread wide, and my heels were braced against the metal saddles that stretched outwards on either side, thus exposing everything! ...I was only wearing a pair of gray stockings, held up by garter belts around my waist, everything else...I was naked!...
Suddenly, the large round light hanging from the ceiling shone brightly. I tried to shield my eyes from the blinding light, only to find that my wrists were already strapped to the armrests with leather rings and I couldn't move; I could only struggle slightly and whisper, "It's too bright!..."
Freeman reached out and adjusted the round light, shining it between my spread legs. ...He wore a magnifying glass over his head, the small round hole in the middle was dark, and I could only see his nose, mouth, and chin below. But I knew he was smiling, examining and admiring my…vaginal opening…
“…He didn’t say a word, which made me very anxious. My body was trembling, and I could feel several slippery, gloved fingers gently caressing around my vulva; but he deliberately avoided touching my most sensitive clitoris and labia, instead focusing on the groin area outside the labia majora and the perineum below the opening;…he would press on acupoints at the base of my thighs and then poke at the small fleshy protuberance at the anus. …It amused me so much that I couldn’t resist, constantly twisting my hips and moaning; at the same time, I felt my opening was completely soaked!…”
Yang Xiaoqing described the vivid scene very fluently in one breath, making me exclaim in admiration: “Hmm, this Freeman…truly deserves to be called an expert!” But my hands didn’t forget to gently pinch her buttocks.
He squeezed her slender waist, causing her to sway and her full hips to bounce. She stretched out her arms to hug my neck, her face, framed by her tousled black hair, filled with a lewd expression, and said, "...That's right! He...he completely bewitched me! ...Who cares about the comfort of the examination table? ...He's the expert, I'll just follow his orders and let him do whatever he wants!
You agree, Dr. Ferrier...no, I mean, Johnston??..."
"Hehe, you misspoke again, didn't you, Mrs. Zhang?...And then?" I asked.
"Oh, I was out of my mind when I misspoke! Sorry, oh!..." She leaned in and kissed my nose.
"Okay, I forgive you." I touched the small fleshy protuberance at her anus through her wet panties.
"...Hiss...Ah!...So good!..." Yang Xiaoqing hissed.
At the same time, her face was pressed against mine, and she breathed hot air into my ear: "Oh~, Dr....you're so good at...butt-picking!
You know what? That's the place I...love having my ass picked at the most!...Oh~~woo!...
Every time I get stimulated, I really want...something...to go inside!!..."
"And then? Did Freeman...also use something to go inside Mrs. Zhang and test it out?" I pressed.
"...Do you even need to ask?...But that happened later, because...because..."
"Because of what?..."
"Because he said: he had to...lick my...pussy first..." Yang Xiaoqing's face would turn red when she said "pussy."
But she stuck out her tongue and licked my ear; she hissed: "...You know what?...Freeman, when he said that word 'pussy,' his voice was so...sexy!
He could say that most filthy word...so warmly, so emotionally; it even moved me, it was such an aphrodisiac that I never imagined, it made me...unable to hold back my wetness and even made that kind of fluid flow out!"
"...Especially when he was sitting right in front of me, between my open legs, licking and pinching my breasts with both hands, teasing my already hard nipples, he was even moaning along with me, as if he really enjoyed licking me;...In no time at all, he almost brought me to orgasm, I was screaming like crazy, no~ no! I don't want to orgasm, don't go so fast!...
He then stopped, gently caressing my buttocks, kneading my breasts..." She paused here.
Her eyes were half-closed, enjoying the feeling of me kneading her breasts through her shirt and bra: "Mmm,...mmm~~!!
...Dr....Johnston, it feels so good!...Why don't you just put your hand in and massage...knead my breasts!..."
I put my hand inside Yang Xiaoqing's shirt, two fingers prying open her bra that wasn't tight enough, pinching her nipples.
She screamed anxiously, "...This isn't enough! Let's just...unhook the bra and do it!..."
I lowered the chair so that Yang Xiaoqing, who was straddling my lap, could put her feet on the ground and move more comfortably. Then I told her to hold onto me for support. Only then did I loosen the bra clasp from behind her back, letting it fall down, and reached back to her chest, kneading her two not-so-large breasts. Amidst her soft moans and rhythmic groans, I would sometimes gently pinch, sometimes tug, and sometimes squeeze her erect, grape-like nipples.
"Ahhhhhh!...Ahhhhh! Oh my god, baby, you're so good at this, even my grandma is so good at this!...Ouchhhhhh!! Just from you...just from pinching my grandma, I'm going to...kill you!"
She trembled all over, stood on tiptoe, and twisted her buttocks wildly; she violently pulled my hair.
"And then?!...And then did you suck his...penis?!" I continued to ask.
"...And then...of course I sucked it!" Yang Xiaoqing tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and recalled the moment with an extremely lewd expression!
She licked her lips vigorously, making them wet and glistening, before half-opening her shimmering eyes and saying, "...But then it was him...standing by the examination table, adjusting its height, and thrusting his big, hard, hot rod deep inside me; a whirlwind of pleasure, a torrential downpour, driving me to ecstasy, one orgasm after another, until I was almost unconscious...then he moved the examination table to the side where my head was, pressed the button to lower it so that my mouth could just barely hold his penis;...
then he told me to open my mouth...
"...I did as he said, in a daze, letting his wet, fleshy rod shove it in, and sucking his big cock all the way down my throat!" ...I've never sucked a man's penis like that before; I've never sucked a penis with such excitement, so passionately, so intensely... As he thrust into me so forcefully, my mind went blank, and I cried out, "Oh my god!...Oh my god!...I'm going to die, I'm going to die from being fucked!!... "
"...But that feeling was really so intense, it was driving me crazy!..."
Yang Xiaoqing was clearly in a state of extreme excitement herself, her voice becoming passionate and unrestrained; at the same time, stimulated by my hand squeezing her breasts and rubbing her buttocks, she craned her neck and cried out, her beautiful and moving cries echoing like silver bells in the small interview room...
"...Ah, ah~~! Oh my god, baby, your hand, you put your fingers...in, put them in!
Pull down your panties, put them in my hole, my...pussy!...Ah, ah~~! Yes! Yes!..."
Such a passionate and irresistible call, what could I do but respond wholeheartedly and do as she said!
"Ah, Mrs. Zhang's pussy...it's so hot!" "
Do you like it? Dr. Johnston! Do you like my...pussy?" Yang Xiaoqing asked urgently.
Her round buttocks swayed nimbly and wildly; my fingers, which were rapidly thrusting in and out of her wet vagina, made a squelching sound. She shook her head, tossing her beautiful hair, her eyes filled with a dazed and intoxicated expression, which was extremely alluring. I almost couldn't help but shout, "I like it!...I like your pussy!"
But I held back and didn't shout, because I couldn't. I was just doing my job, giving her a massage because of the patient's needs, so I couldn't express my personal preferences as a doctor!
I could only purse my lips and look up at her.
Yang Xiaoqing's eyes welled up with crystal tears; with tears in them, she looked at me deeply with an indescribable and complex expression. She sobbed in her throat, but bit her lip tightly and snorted as she looked at me. ...Finally, overcome with unbearable excitement, hot tears streamed down her face; at the same time, she let out a desperate, coquettish cry: "Tell me! Tell me if you like my pussy!...Why, why won't you even show such a small gesture!?..."
I reached out and grabbed her hair, pulling it back to expose her entire face to me; I looked deeply into her wet eyes, and breathed heavily, saying, "It's not that I don't want to, it's just that if I tell you, it will break the rules of being a doctor!..."
Even to myself, it sounded utterly absurd!
"...What rules, what rules!?...I, I didn't do anything...you..."
Large tears rolled down Yang Xiaoqing's face as she cried, sobbed, complained, and berated me. She said I had double standards: treating Ling Hailun completely differently from her; she asked why I could have sex with Ling Hailun halfway through a psychoanalysis session, but not with her? ...Why is it that when Ling Hailun is a patient, I can completely disregard medical ethics and clinic rules, and we can have sex on the sofa, but not with her? …Can't you just do a half-hearted massage to relax muscles and bones? …
“…Why? Tell me why?!…” she pleaded, almost like a command.
For the sake of principle, I could only keep shaking my head. But I softened and coaxed her, “I'll tell you next time. There are other reasons, so it's not easy to talk about it in the consultation room…”
I loosened my grip on her hair and replaced it with a gentle caress.
Yang Xiaoqing stopped crying, managed a smile, and nodded, “Then tonight… I'll call you?…”
I nodded; my hand moved from her back to her buttocks, finding them cold. …So I hugged her, kissed her cheek, and whispered in her ear, “Then, now?… Are you still hot? Do you still want me to massage you?”
Wiping away her tears, Yang Xiaoqing nodded and said softly, “Yes… but, do we still have time?”
“Time? I have plenty! As long as Mrs. Zhang isn't in a hurry to go home…” I slipped my hand into her buttocks.
“Ah~! Not in a hurry, I have plenty of time too!…” Yang Xiaoqing sighed happily.
Her cute buttocks wiggled again.
"Don't rush!...Mrs. Zhang, are you tired of riding like this?" I asked.
At the same time, I helped Yang Xiaoqing change her straddling position, backing up to stand; only then did I stand up myself, gesturing for her to return to the sofa; the movements of having her lie down and kneel with her round buttocks raised were smooth and familiar.
"Oh, Dr. Johnston, the purse is on your table, could you pass it to me?" she said, having settled into her position.
I didn't understand why she needed it, but when I picked up the purse, I felt its weight.
She thanked me; took the purse, and placed it beside her. Then she turned her head, tossed her hair aside, smiled at me, and said, "...I'm... so used to kneeling like this on your sofa!...Hehe..."
One elbow supported her petite body, the other hand gripped the narrow skirt loosely wrapped around her abdomen, encircling her waist and back, revealing the entire curve of her lower body, clad only in garter belts and sexy thongs, and the alluring sight of her kneeling, round buttocks. But the still disheveled, sagging white silk shirt and the loosened bra hanging down her waist, swaying and trembling before my eyes, only made her look even more incredibly sexy…
I faced her face, sat sideways on the sofa next to Yang Xiaoqing, and naturally raised my hand to her waist, slowly moving backward and downward from the top of her buttocks lifted by her narrow skirt, gently kneading her two buttocks. …I could feel the plump, alabaster-like buttocks tightening and trembling slightly beneath the thin, purple thong.
He told her, "Mrs. Zhang's round, plump buttocks...are so beautiful!..." At the same time, he pulled down her panties with both hands.
"Mmm~!...Oh, baby!!...You know what?..." Yang Xiaoqing said, shaking her buttocks, "...That day on the examination table, Freeman said the same thing!...After he finished thrusting into me from the front, and I sucked his cock, he untied the leather rings binding my wrists and legs, made me roll over onto the table with my buttocks high up, and when he thrust into me from behind again, he kept praising how beautiful my buttocks were...
"...And he even asked if my husband or boyfriend also appreciated my backside?...You know, my husband and I never use any special positions. Every time, I just spread my legs, and he rushes between my legs like a little rabbit, finishing quickly and cleanly; but whenever I'm in bed with a lover, or any other man, I suddenly really love this...doggy style, being thrust into from behind...
and I want him to keep thrusting, keep thrusting!" …
Yang Xiaoqing paused, her lips bubbling as she spoke, then looked down at me with a lewd expression, her thin lips pursed as she asked, “…When you…play with women, do you also like to be penetrated from behind like that?…Dr.?”
“Me?…” I hadn’t expected her to be so direct; I couldn’t answer for a moment!
“…Tell me!…It’s not like I’m asking if you like my butt…” she urged coquettishly.
“…Uh, I do…” I had to admit, but then added, “Why ask those questions?!…Mrs. Zhang…you seem to talk quite a lot!” …I gently patted her buttocks; her two white, tender lips, set against the purple garter belt, jiggled like jelly, looking exceptionally alluring. So I went a step further, teasing the small fleshy protrusion at her anus, a result of her earlier tubal ligation and vaginal reconstruction surgery…
“…Oh…you…you’re messing with my little fleshy spot again…making…ah, ah…oh, it’s…getting me…sexy again! …Ah, ah, Dr.…you, you’re so good at this! ! …”
Yang Xiaoqing raised her buttocks higher, swaying more violently, her anus opening and closing as my fingertips teased it, as if pleading for something to be inserted.
“Ah~ God! …Please stop teasing me, okay?! …Just…insert it!” "
At her request, I used my middle finger to probe between her wet labia, dipping it in the slippery vaginal fluid, before returning it to Yang Xiaoqing's anus, rubbing it in circles, and then very carefully and skillfully, slowly inserting it into her narrow, delicate anus...
"...Ah, ah... Ah~~!! ..."
Her seductive, loud cries were extremely pleasant to hear!
To be honest, I've seen so many beautiful female patients come here for psychoanalysis; I've often given them massages for treatment, but mostly just on their shoulders and backs. Even with the most beautiful and glamorous women, I'd only massage their waists a little further, occasionally rubbing above their buttocks; I rarely touched their groin. Never before have I treated Yang Xiaoqing with such meticulous, attentive, and subtle care, reaching her most private areas.
The main reason, of course, is Yang Xiaoqing's own incredibly sexy and alluring charm; although she's no longer young, and her figure isn't particularly outstanding, her unique attraction is a beauty that transcends the physical, belonging to the spiritual and mental realm. It makes me involuntarily feel captivated by her. Often, watching her talk so eloquently, I would have impure thoughts…
Although she had many unresolved psychological dilemmas that she needed to sort out to find genuine happiness, none of this diminished her charm as a mature woman, nor did it diminish the endearing childlike innocence that occasionally shone through her heart…
As for the second reason, I won't elaborate here, but will only briefly mention it: it's because, even now, I still have a special physical relationship with Yang Xiaoqing's close friend, Ling Hailun. To avoid unnecessary trouble, I must know when to stop and draw a clear line to maintain appropriate boundaries with Yang Xiaoqing. Although every time she came to me for therapy, the massages I performed were practically erotic, utterly absurd and illogical !
********** ...
…She gripped the sofa tightly with her elbows bent, her cheek turned to the side and pressed against the armrest, asking in a coquettish voice, “…Am I…so tight, so stiff inside?”
“…It’s alright, a little tight, but not stiff.” She wiggled her middle finger at the same time.
“Ugh…oh…ugh!!” she groaned, her brow furrowed; her hips seemed to want to wiggle, but she dared not.
“…Ah, Dr.! …Then please soften me up, loosen me up a bit!” she pleaded.
“Loosen me up? Loosen me up…that won’t do!?” I said with a smile, “This isn’t an ordinary massage!”
“Ah, then…what should I do? …Dr.?…” she asked, then bit her lip and groaned again.
“You…relax yourself, Mrs. Zhang!” Yang
Xiaoqing took several deep breaths, trying to relax her tight buttocks; the vaginal walls inside her anus softened slightly, allowing me to gradually increase the speed of my thrusts; the wriggling of my fingers also intensified. She began to sway her round buttocks gently, emitting irregular cries and calls that seemed to be a mixture of suffering and pleasure, eventually turning into sobs…
At the same time, her vulva, as if peeking out from between her thighs, became increasingly wet, glistening with moisture!
“Ah~! Oh my god, oh my god! Dr.~, I… I want it in front too, I want it so much!…”
Yang Xiaoqing cried out from the bottom of her heart… a deep, natural desire. This natural, feminine need strongly infected and moved me, making me unable to resist lowering my head to kiss her trembling buttocks; inserting the fingers of my other hand into her yearning vulva… thrusting rapidly between the two orifices.
“No, no~!… Your fingers… aren’t big enough, your fingers aren’t big enough… Ah!” "
Yang Xiaoqing, haltingly but urgently, told me to open her purse and take out the thing inside: a plastic dildo her boyfriend had given her. She turned on the vibrator and inserted it into her vagina to massage her…
Although I was surprised that she had such a thing in her purse, I wasn't surprised at all.
So I did as she asked; I pressed the head of the six-inch-long, nearly two-inch-thick, lifelike dildo against her wet vulva, rubbing it for a while; after it was soaked with her vaginal fluid, I rotated it, inserted it, and pushed it into her vagina, which I believed was already incredibly empty and desperately thirsty… Simultaneously,
I thrust in and out, coordinating with the movements of my fingers still deeply buried in her tight anus; at the same time, my fingers felt the pressure of the rapid thrusting as the dildo filled her vagina on the other side of the rectal wall separating the two passages…
Finally, I brought Yang Xiaoqing, who was completely intoxicated and crying out in pain, to the frenzied climax of her interview that day.
'Ah~, ah!… So beautiful, so beautiful, so wonderful!!'" "...
She praised me with tears in her eyes and thanked me.
********** Afterwards, when I came out of the bathroom...
and returned the rinsed plastic stick to Yang Xiaoqing, she was blushing deeply but still managed a smile, saying, "...You didn't expect...that I would bring such an embarrassing thing to talk to you like this, did you?..."
I kissed her forehead and said, "...Although I'm a psychologist and a massage expert, sometimes...you still need tools!"
Yang Xiaoqing squirmed in my arms, "Hehe, you're so fun!" Her smile was incredibly alluring.
I suddenly remembered something and asked her, "Mrs. Zhang, do you...feel a little guilty?...about your husband?..." "
...How could I?...You're so good to me, of course I don't feel guilty!...But honestly, I feel quite indebted to you!...You know what?"
"Why?"
“Because I was the only one who climaxed, while you held it in…you didn’t get any pleasure. I…I’m so sorry!”
As she said this, she touched my waistband with her small hand, as if to comfort it.
＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ (Postscript): That night, Yang Xiaoqing indeed called me as she had predicted; asking why I wouldn’t say whether I liked her “vagina” during the consultation? She asked if I was truly upholding medical ethics, or if I was afraid of hurting her feelings by saying it.
I told her that neither of the reasons mentioned above was correct. I explained to her that doctors are also human beings, with flesh and blood and feelings; they can feel uneasy and guilty because of inappropriate behavior, thoughts, and ideas.
Yang Xiaoqing was surprised and asked how I could feel guilty when we weren’t married. I further explained that guilt doesn’t only exist between spouses; it can also arise between boyfriends/girlfriends, lovers, and even in ordinary interpersonal relationships.
She suddenly realized that it was exactly the feeling of "owing" that she often experienced towards many people; she was always troubled by that unease and felt that she was "sorry" not only to her husband, but also to other men...
So I suggested that we talk about this issue next time we meet.

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