You take a seat and I check your pulse rate and pressure. I..
Added 2020-08-17 18:07:36 +0000 UTCYou take a seat and I check your pulse rate and pressure. I notice it’s exceptionally high. ‘Oh my!’ I cry, ‘your reading is through the roof! I wonder why!’ Leaving the heart monitor on I go to get my clipboard but, clumsy me!, I accidentally drop it on the floor. ‘Ops!’ I say with a giggle, and bend down. You watch the red thong string ride almost disappear up my peachy ass, dividing it into two perfectly round halves, teasing and taunting you in its juicy perfection. The heart monitor starts bleeping maniacally, and as I pull myself up slowly as it dawned on me what your diagnosis was. You sweat profusely, aware that I was now aware you have had perverse thoughts of a sexual nature. I jot down my notes, you sit in silence, anxiously await my verdict... x x x
