Thugs commit physical rape

My name is Xiaoyu, and I just turned 22 on January 1st. Last summer, I graduated from a medical academy and started working at a Grade II Class A
hospital in the city.
I was selected as an assistant to a head of surgery, and the salary was quite high. However, now that I
think , I have some questions about the medical examination they conducted at that hospital.
The specific situation is as follows: After graduation, my classmates and I all submitted our self-recommendation materials to various hospitals.
According to industry practice, to enter a hospital as a nurse, you must first pass a medical examination. Of course, if you have an infectious disease, you can't take care of patients! The person
who conducted my medical examination was the head of surgery who is now my assistant. As agreed,
I arrived at the hospital early at noon on July 5th. It was July, and the weather was already quite hot. For the convenience of the medical examination, I wore
a loose t-shirt and a knee-length skirt. To avoid embarrassment during the upcoming surgical examination, I
wore a pair of boxer shorts over my underwear, and a more conservative bra with full coverage straps.

Entering the office, I found the head doctor hadn't arrived yet; he was probably out making his rounds. A few people had already
chatted in the office for a while when another girl came in, presumably also there for a job interview. A little while later, the head doctor arrived. I
saw him; he was an older doctor in his fifties with slightly graying hair, wearing glasses, with fair skin
, and seemed very refined. I couldn't help but feel a little fondness for him. The head doctor said, "Our
hospital is recruiting surgical nurses, but there's only one opening. The eight of you girls will have your physicals checked today. If everything
is okay, we'll select the best candidates. Because other doctors have been competing fiercely lately, the hospital has put me in charge."
I couldn't help but think to myself, it's only one in eight; my chances seem slim.

After entering the examination room, the head doctor said, "First, we'll do a full-body checkup, which you all learned about in nursing school, right? Yes,
it's about checking your limbs, spine, etc. From now on, you'll all be doctors. Medicine is sacred, and doctors only see
organs. I hope you'll all be open-minded about other things. Now, take off your coats and pants, leaving only your bras and underwear.
Take your examination forms and line up for my examination." Everyone looked at each other, a little embarrassed. Although we're all usually
quite carefree in our bedroom, facing a strange male doctor in his
fifties
still made me a little shy. I glanced at the other seven girls; they were all about my age. One girl, who looked like she had just graduated from vocational school, had two cute pigtails and seemed even younger than me. I thought to myself, "This hospital
is really unethical; they're letting a male doctor examine all these young girls!" Just as I was hesitating about whether to take
off my clothes, one by one, the girls started to undress. I steeled myself, thinking, "It's not like I'm going to be completely naked anyway. It's the 21st century, I'm not an old fogey." I took off my coat, trousers, or skirt
one by one, led by someone else . The director seemed quite satisfied, his eyes crinkling with a smile. Looking around, the eight young girls' half-naked bodies gleamed with a snowy white light. My underwear was the most conservative; I was even wearing boxer shorts. The eight girls' fair faces flushed slightly, and they couldn't help but steal glances at each other's underwear. "Hey, you, yes, you!" I looked at the director in surprise; he was calling me, "Take off your shorts! Do you still want check me? What a hassle." The others also cast slightly disdainful glances. I stole glances at the others; some of them were completely hidden from view from where he was sitting, only a round buttocks, erect thighs, and two breasts on the examination bed. Although there were no pillows, I could still see their high, firm breasts, the two pinkish layers covering their private parts. I could wear underwear for the examination, but I was afraid of the heat, and Lang Lingqing was wearing a thong! The head doctor was very impatient; it was about work and my future, so I had no choice but to grit my teeth and keep straining my anus. He only stopped when he saw some white fluid coming out of my anus. He told me to take off my boxer shorts. When the head doctor saw my thong, his eyes seemed to light up. He said, "Our doctors always ask me quietly, 'Is it itchy?' I also quietly say, 'I can't stand it!'" He laughed out loud, rubbing my face. "It's my fault." I quickly apologized, adjusting my thong to try and cover my private parts. 　　The head doctor then had the young girls wearing only bikinis come to his chair one by one. "Stand up straight! He strokes her hands, legs, and back, all the way to the base of her spine, near her buttocks. He also makes her bend over in front of . Even turning her around so her buttocks face him while she bends over. Oh no, my pants can't cover it at all, and my large bra will definitely be exposed when I bend over! The girl in front of me is wearing see-through underwear. Watching the doctor examine her, we exchanged spitting saliva. Next, Xia Xue!" "Oh..." Finally, when it was her turn to bend over, I noticed her bra was a little loose and unsightly. Even from the side, I could see Xia Xue's pink right side . Xia Xue slowly did as she was told. It was only then that I realized the important part of her see-through underwear was indeed double-layered in front of the doctor! Even more terrifying was that, because she bent over with her back bent, not only was her fair and tender buttocks almost completely exposed to the little movements the doctor had made while feeling my spine, but I also thought that my thong must be a bit too loose now , and I could even see my dark pubic hair through the transparent back of her panties! 　　Of course, it was important, but the doctor still called my name. Finally, it was my turn. I really wanted to grab my clothes and run away! But then I thought, what about work! I had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk up to the doctor. He mimicked my movements, making me do various actions, while constantly stealing glances at my narrow thong. This thong was really too small; the crotch area was just a very narrow strip of fabric, and the back was simply a thin thread! I had worn it under my underwear to stay cool and didn't want it to show, but who would have thought I would have to take off my underwear too! I didn't dare look at the doctor or at my own underwear, as if I could feel a few of my pubic hairs popping out with the movements . All I heard were the sounds of flesh colliding. He suddenly stopped and pulled out his penis. The small piece of cloth inside my vagina barely covered my labia majora... I felt my face burning, and it felt like the girls behind me were giving me instructions. I just mechanically followed the doctor's commands, bowing and stretching my legs. After looking at the front, the doctor still made me turn around. I thought, "That's it... the thin thread in the back won't cover anything!" The doctor 's hand kept moving down from my neck, but I felt it was moving particularly slowly, not like a physical examination, but more like a caress... As it passed the strap of my panties, I felt his fingers inadvertently and lightly brush against my underwear.

My pants had slipped down a little more, almost touching the top of my buttocks. But I didn't dare pull them up any further, afraid he
'd laugh at me for being so naive. Whatever, I thought, so be it, let him see! I was resigned to it, just hoping he
'd check quickly and let me put my clothes back on. "Bend over, hey, I'm talking to you!" Just as I was lost in thought, the head doctor was giving
me another order. "Okay!" I bent over with all my might. You can imagine what I felt then—a 22-year-old woman who
had never even been in a relationship, now exposing my bare buttocks to a strange male doctor, my snow-white buttocks completely
exposed except for a thin line. While medicine may be sacred enough to distinguish gender, doctors also
have sexual desires , even if this man's age rivals my father's! I thought angrily,
"This old guy got off easy this time. If he hadn't only hired one assistant, I wouldn't have stripped naked to show
him my buttocks!" Not to brag, but looking around, while I wasn't the prettiest girl in the whole room
, the doctor spent an unusually long time examining me. Suddenly, I felt a cool breeze on my buttocks,
and then I realized that my figure was the best, and my skin was the fairest. I wondered if that was the reason, but I felt this
movement causing my buttocks to sag, and that damned thin line behind me must be crooked.
Wouldn't he be able to see my anus, my little black hair, and my labia? But that wasn't what I was most worried about at that moment. What I was most worried about was
whether he would smell the odor from my anus. You know, his face was less than 10 centimeters away from my buttocks!

Finally, after everyone had been examined, the doctor spoke again: "Next, we need to examine internal medicine." How ridiculous
! The head of surgery is also an expert in internal medicine? The eight of us girls looked at each other again. But no one dared
to question it . After all, who gets admitted and who doesn't is in his hands. Jobs are hard to find these days! The internal medicine exam triggered
some sexual urges and pleasure! Although I'm a good girl at home and school, I'm not without my own hands.
The examination was conducted in a small room, with an examination bed that's the kind you see in hospitals. The two rooms
were separated by a small door. The difference was that now the doctor was letting us go in one by one for the examination, and those who weren't scheduled to go
had to wait outside. The doctor specifically informed us that for the convenience of the examination, and because the weather was quite hot, we
didn't need to put on our coats beforehand. Everyone thought that since he'd already seen and touched us from every angle, it wouldn't matter if we didn't wear coats.
The internal medicine exam was also quite convenient. The doctor then launched into a long
lecture began to enter the small room for the examination, but this time the examination seemed more thorough than the one outside, as each girl
was kept inside for a longer time, about 10 minutes at a time. I observed them; they went in
nervously, but came out relieved, their faces flushed. I thought to myself, internal medicine often involves abdominal palpation, so
they were probably just shy. We were all girls in our early twenties, and we gradually got to know each other during the examinations,
chatting outside when it wasn't our turn. Only one girl went in for half a minute, then ran out blushing and put on
a bra. I thought, it seems she has no chance.

After waiting for over an hour, my name was finally called last. I took my medical examination form and went into the examination room.
The air conditioning here was set slightly higher than in the larger rooms outside, and the humid air seemed to have a faint
smell of burning alkali. Before I could even get a good look at my surroundings, the head doctor said, "Take off your bra too, and come here to warm yourself."
He pointed to the examination bed in front of him. "Ah!" I finally understood why that girl had blushed so much.
"My classmates outside are still waiting for the admission notice!" Thinking about work, I decided to take the plunge once again. It seems the six girls
from before have already been examined by this old man. Anyway
, it's not like it's a big deal, so what's the big deal? I gritted my teeth, turned around, unhooked my bra,
slowly pulled it down, placed it on the other side of the examination table, and slowly lay down. (If the movements are too large, it will cause
more pain in the breasts. Men think our breasts are very firm, but they are actually very soft, and even a small
bump can cause pain!) He suddenly pulled out and ejaculated into my stomach. My vagina was still itchy.
The vibrations were quite painful. The doctor jokingly laughed and said, "Hmm, your breasts are quite well-developed!" My nipples
glowed with a faint pinkish luster, and I quickly covered my eyes with my hands in embarrassment. But I couldn't help but wonder
how he was going to examine me. Through my fingers, I noticed that the doctor's eyes seemed to be gleaming behind his glasses. He saw me cover
my eyes, but his own eyes widened even more, staring intently at my breasts. I began to regret
carelessly taking off my bra; now, apart from the barely concealing thong, my entire body was
completely exposed to the eyes of a male doctor I had only recently met.

But it seemed the damage was done. I could only lie down and accept the examination. He first pressed and palpated my abdomen,
examining every part thoroughly, taking longer than we did during our school practice. I reassured myself that I was an
amateur in internal medicine. I believed medicine had no gender. So I lowered my hands again. Suddenly, the male doctor's
hand touched my breast, the lower edge of my breast. I asked, "Isn't this just an internal medicine check?" He only said it was
to check for lumps in the breast. I calmed down. His hand traced along the lower edge, side, armpit, and upper edge of my breast,
finally lingering on the nipple. I gasped softly in fright. He smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, let's do a thorough check-up. I felt
something was wrong with your breasts earlier, so I'll take a look while I
'm
at it." As he spoke, he rubbed my entire breast with both hands. I was terrified, both afraid that I had a breast disease and the hospital would refuse my job request, and also afraid that he was assaulting me. While I was worrying, I noticed a mysterious change in my breasts. My originally
tender nipples became thorny and hardened as they rubbed against my breasts with his hands. I had experienced
masturbation before, and this impulse, this sinister pleasure, was a hundred times stronger than the pleasure I felt from masturbation!
Imagine , a virgin who has never been with anyone, in a strange place, stripped down to only a thong that barely covers her
labia majora and could easily reveal her pubic hair, having
her breasts, which have never been seen by anyone before, rubbed by a strange man, while many rivals gather outside the door. At that moment, her feelings were extremely complicated.
At this moment, I noticed a faint wet stain on my thong. In the past, when I masturbated,
the doctor only touched me for half a minute before stopping, saying, "It's alright, do more chest-expanding exercises in the future."
There was always some vaginal lubrication, but this time it seemed more intense, even leaving a wet stain on my underwear. I blushed deeply.
"I said, 'No problem, right? Hehe.' At that moment, the doctor spread his hands, stood up, looked at my slightly red and
swollen breasts, then at my snow-white thighs, and perhaps inadvertently noticed the changes in my underwear.
He said, 'I only touched your spine earlier, now I need to check the skin on your back.' He made me kneel down,
saying, 'I'm used to it, don't be embarrassed. It's hard to check the tailbone while wearing that thing.' 'Excuse me, sir, please
touch my back.' Not just my back, my whole body's skin is exceptionally white and flawless. The doctor
seemed very satisfied with my skin, lingering on my back for a long time. Although I was kneeling with my hands and face down, I could still feel his
burning gaze scanning my swaying breasts, as if trying to see every wrinkle on the skin of my nipples.

When he touched my waist, he repeated the same trick, touching my buttocks while..." The thong straps were pulled down. I wasn't
unaware, but with my hands braced against the bed as I knelt, I couldn't let go to cover myself. He must have pulled
the straps quite far; I could feel the cool
air from the air conditioner on my exposed anus. It seemed my vagina had been completely exposed too. Oh well, he'd already seen it during the surgical examination.
He said, "Take a standard knee-chest position so I can examine the skin on your buttocks.
When is this position used?" I immediately replied, "Primarily for anoscopy and perineal surgery." Now, instead of supporting my upper body with my hands or
elbows turned my head to the side, pressing it against the bed, my arms bent at either side of my head, my shoulders and breasts at
their highest points. The head surgeon stood up, carrying a chair in one hand and a floor lamp in the other, and came over. From his angle, my upper
feet were visible. The head surgeon sat down, facing the light. After the initial baptism, I began to calm down. My physique was so
small that the director looked at me casually for a while before making me straighten up. "Turn around, bend over!"
The position made my private parts almost completely exposed through the loose thong: my anus was completely exposed, and I could clearly
see two raised mons pubis and a tightly closed vulva, with the two mons pubis protruding more than my thighs.
I have very little pubic hair, almost only growing on my lower abdomen, so there are only a few wisps of hair on both sides of my vulva. After the breast examination just
now , the center of my vulva shimmered slightly under the light, giving a lewd sensory
impact. I silently recited the words from the medical book: "The human anus is actually quite ordinary, just an
opening with a ring of radiating folds around the outer edge. Because it is rarely seen—not by oneself, but by others
! At this moment, the head doctor gave me his final order: 'Turn over. Lie flat on your back.' I thought, '
The underwear of the girls is very sexy, and one girl even wore shorts with a bit of lace and transparency in the front, only her legs
were not allowed to be seen—so it aroused people's curiosity. Being seen by others is a disgrace, while seeing someone else's
anus gives one a sense of satisfaction.'"

I thought about the secret between my legs. To see more clearly, he turned to the side, propped his upper body on his elbow, and brought his head close to my knees.
The head doctor casually took off my thong underwear—I didn't object, since he had seen everything anyway. Actually,
after the breast examination just now, I seemed to have relaxed a little of my vigilance towards this doctor. I vaguely felt that
this kind of examination seemed quite useful and unique. The head doctor then carefully touched the skin of my buttocks, even more carefully than he had touched my back. A fantasy
began to stir within me: a pure and innocent young woman, doing a job that deserved to die, stripped naked
for a doctor to examine her anus, and not only that, but he also had to carefully examine her buttocks. I secretly mocked myself. The doctor's hands were large
and warm, and touching my buttocks felt incredibly comfortable, a comfort I had never experienced before, especially when his
middle finger accidentally brushed against my cleft; I almost cried out in pleasure. But I couldn't—wasn't
this final step still necessary? If I withdrew now, all my previous efforts would be in vain. I did as he said. I lay down
on my back, raising my smooth, pink breasts once more. When I came to the hospital for my job interview, I never dreamed that I
would be lying naked on the bed like a white fish, being examined by a strange male doctor. But the head doctor
wasn't idle; he was no longer interested in my breasts. He said, "Spread your legs apart, heels touching your buttocks. Check
for STDs!" I was startled, but reluctantly complied. He instructed me to bend my legs and spread them apart, while he
sat beside my feet, covering them so that my legs couldn't straighten. This way, he could clearly see my
crotch when he turned around; it was almost a semi-reclining position. The doctor bent down and saw that I kept trying to put my legs together, so he
pushed my knees apart. But that still didn't work, so he simply lifted my right leg and
covered it with his own body, then pushed my left knee with his hand. During this process, he didn't waste a second; his eyes were fixed on
my labia, and his finger was inserted into my vulva. My labia were also spread apart, and my pink labia minora were
between my legs. As I mentioned, my pubic hair only grows on my lower abdomen, and there are only a few scattered
hairs . As my legs were spread apart, my anus gradually opened, revealing two thin, pinkish pieces of flesh inside

. Two centimeters below the anus was my anus; perhaps due to the air pressure from the spread legs, the folds of my anus contracted
and relaxed slightly. The director placed a finger in the center of my anus, gently touching it, slowly parting my labia
to reveal them. His finger lightly pinched my labia minora, and I couldn't help but groan, slowly
relaxing and spreading my thighs, my vaginal fluids flowing out.

The director touched my labia minora, then pushed up another layer of soft skin, revealing a
small . He touched this bud, and my whole body trembled; my legs, vagina
, and anus all spasmed simultaneously. The director didn't simply open his hand. I grabbed his fingers with one hand to
stop him from touching me, and whispered, "Don't touch me here." "What, can't take it? Just try to understand."
He said with a smile, while removing my hand and continuing to press on my clitoris. With his pressing, I gasped for breath.
"This is a woman's most sensitive organ." He gave me a tissue to wipe my clitoris, and I saw that the "
red bean " had turned into a "yellow bean." I said, "I want to touch it too." I pinched my clitoris, but the doctor grabbed
my hand and dipped my index finger in the fluid seeping from my vagina, then pressed it
on the "bean." I pressed it, experiencing an unprecedented pleasure in front of a strange male doctor. The doctor then said, "
Straighten your arms! Straighten your legs! Bend over! Turn around, bend over!" Even more terrifying, he also reached out and
asked the girl some questions, then said that he needed to explore the location of the uterus for a while, and then applied some...
He inserted his finger into my vagina, saying, "Don't worry, the hymen can accommodate a finger without
breaking ." He then inserted his middle finger! Lang Lingqing was very hot; he always inserted his entire middle finger, then slowly
stirred it. The end of my vagina felt soft, probably my uterus. He occasionally bent his finger, and I
let out a very soft moan. He then withdrew his finger and touched my vulva, as if caressing it. Next
, he parted my labia with one hand and inserted two fingers of his other hand into my vagina. He inserted it all the way in, then pulled it out and
gently touched the vaginal opening. I felt itchy, painful, and aching. He touched me, his eyes fixed on my face,
looking so self-satisfied! I thought: He knows how to touch better than I do. He repeated this action several times, then forcefully inserted it again.
His other hand pressed hard on my stomach, pressing against my cervix, causing a throbbing pain. I was almost unable to hold on. He looked at me with
unusual smugness. He pulled his large hand out of my vagina, touched my anus, and asked, "Does it hurt? Why is your anus sticking out?" I didn't
answer . He placed his ungloved hand on my inner thigh and stroked it, saying, "Your skin is so nice! So white and
delicate! It feels as smooth as satin!" The director was teasing me! And it definitely had an effect. My face turned red!
My blood flowed faster! My vagina became even wetter!
I was with the girl in front of me. The director made her do a few movements, touching her hands and the joints of her legs.
But I didn't dare to refuse him now. The director saw his achievement. He parted my labia and pretended to have just discovered it,
looking into my eyes and asking, "Is it wet?" I hesitated for a moment and nodded at him.
He touched my labia minora again before inserting his finger into my vagina. His thick, long finger went all the way in, and my vagina, filled with his finger,
was still contracting! The itching sensation inside my vagina continued to intensify! The director used his other hand to press on my stomach, which
hurt a little, but it actually helped relieve the itching. But after a few presses, that hand gently stroked my abdomen.
The fingers inside my vagina trembled. I felt I couldn't hold back any longer! I straightened my bent legs, tensing my leg
muscles to resist the itching sensation! The head doctor, seeing my state, grinned smugly! The hand on my stomach began
to move away. What to do! Take it off or not?! The doctor impatiently urged, "Hurry up, it's almost closing time," and then
took turns rubbing and kneading my breasts. I really couldn't hold back any longer, so I quickly took a deep breath, making a hissing
sound. The doctor asked me, "Is it itchy?" I nodded. Seeing my nod, he became bolder,
his hand mimicking the movements of intercourse, thrusting in and out. He occasionally gently rubbed my vaginal opening;
the hospital facilities were good, each office had a high-powered air conditioner. He opened the surgical head's office door
and inserted his hand into my vagina again. His hand inside, sometimes light, sometimes heavy. The itching sensation returned! The head doctor's hand went into my vagina!
His fingers penetrated deep inside, teasing my cervix, thrusting a few times before gently stroking it. I felt
an itch, a soreness, and swelling in my vagina, with a slight pain. A strong desire burned within me! The doctor must have known about the changes in my
vagina ; he stared at my face, observing my expression. The itching was so intense that I turned my face to the side.
Seeing my turn, the doctor thrust at my cervix; I turned my face back, and he circled and touched the tip of my cervix. My breathing
quickened! He smiled with unusual smugness! His other hand rubbed my vulva. The sensation was more unbearable than being hit!
He took his hand out of my vagina, pulled back the foreskin of my vulva, and exclaimed, "So big and beautiful! Haven't you ever
touched ?" He smiled wickedly when he saw me nod! He vigorously rubbed my vulva. I couldn't hold
back any longer; my buttocks twitched spasmodically, and fluid gushed from my vagina. He didn't touch me, but instead
pursed his lips, gesturing to me. I knew this was what I had to pay.

I moved my chest closer to him, and he licked my nipples with his tongue. I felt an electric shock. The shock spread throughout my body! "

It's my fault, you're too beautiful! Your figure, your breasts, your skin, your appearance, are truly impeccable! I
really can't resist your temptation!" After saying that, his hands began to knead my breasts. I closed my eyes and bit my lip

to endure ! He then told me to bend over, my arms pressed against the edge of the bed. He kneaded my breasts with one hand, and with the other hand, he reached down
to my buttocks, groping around my anus and vulva. The hand behind me, displaying the experience of a doctor, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, kneaded
my genitals and touched my vagina. After a few moments, I felt hot all over, and my lower body was unbearably itchy. When the itching became intense, I would twist my buttocks to avoid
his hands. It was futile; I couldn't escape him at all! Seeing my reaction, he became even more smug, and
his hand, still groping near my face, continued to move.

The doctor told me to lie on the bed, spread my legs, and he used his buttocks to move a wheeled chair to the side of the bed. He then pulled back
my foreskin and rubbed it a few times, which made my buttocks twitch from the itch. He told me to rub it myself for him, and after seeing his
demonstration , I rubbed it a few times and my buttocks twitched too. He took out a round, probe-like instrument, and somehow twisted it.
There were six girls, two of whom were my classmates from the same year, and I didn't know the other five.
The instrument buzzed around me and the two classmates. He placed the instrument at the entrance of my vagina, and it vibrated, making my already
itchy vagina numb, as if countless tiny insects were crawling inside, as if countless tiny insects were wriggling in my heart!
I couldn't help but moan, "Ah—ah!" He got up and lay on top of me, sucking on my penis and stimulating me
from ! My moans and the fluid flowing from my vagina clearly expressed my needs. Actually,
at first, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of being examined by a male doctor. As the examination progressed, my lustful impulses began
to stir! The male doctor's skill in teasing women was exceptionally high! He gave them intense stimulation, a stimulation even
stronger than they themselves experienced! He made them appear shameful and humiliated in front of him! The women's bodies were
out of control as the male doctor manipulated them, the itching unbearable! After being humiliated and played with by the male doctor, the women became corrupted! The head doctor
saw my aroused state and laughed at me! He told me to lie down by the bed, pulled out his penis, and wow! It was huge! He
looked at my naked body, reached behind me and stroked my buttocks, saying, "So beautiful! Don't be
short, how can your penis be so big? The thick, long penis has worm-like veins, and the purple
glans is like a mushroom, frighteningly large!" He was going to do it for real! I wanted to stop him, but strangely, I saw his penis
swelling as if it was about to explode! At the same time, he stroked my breasts and kissed me. He made me forget everything. A pleasant pleasure spread through
my body, and my vagina was unbearably itchy. The intense desire made me unable to move!

But the back was almost completely transparent! The cleft of my buttocks was clearly displayed in this stranger I had only met less than 10 minutes ago.
He pressed down on my back, making my buttocks stick out high. He rubbed and pounded the entrance of my vagina with the glans, and inside my vagina...
The water was flowing. I felt a sudden surge of pain and sorrow when he penetrated me! It started with slow, gentle thrusting, then became intense and forceful
: See, it's alright, he didn't do anything to me, all my internal organs were easily positioned, it didn't feel like
an immediate, unbearable itch. The director is truly an expert at manipulating women! He understands women so well. He made me lose my senses,
forget all shame! He placed his glans next to my vagina. I was so itchy inside that I shifted my hips, using my vaginal opening to find his
penis. He was so smug! He deliberately asked me, "Want more? Still itchy?" I recklessly told him, "Itchy!
I want it!" He told me to lie on the bed, and he stripped naked. I spread my legs and waited for him to come on top! He
knelt on the bed between my legs, telling me to take his penis and insert it myself. Then he began thrusting wildly! I felt a tingling, itchy sensation
all over my body. I intimately accepted all of the director's movements! My moans escaped uncontrollably. I
lingered, reluctant to leave! While the doctor was inserting his penis, he asked me, "Will I itch during the examination?" His question brought
back memories of those embarrassing moments, intensifying my stimulation! He quickened his movements, making a series of squelching
sounds inside my vagina. I felt my vagina continuously tightening; with each thrust, I would groan. The sounds, high and low, blended together... I quickly wiped myself dry and

put on a shirt. The doctor was satisfied! He said, "Okay! Come sign the papers tomorrow morning."

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