I have never had a doctor knead me in the way that he was, but it felt highly good. My mind wasn’t concentrating on the anguish anymore and I was just laying there letting him do this thing. He had me flip over so that he could take my temperature, and he explained that by taking the temp from my booty it would be more precise. He kneaded some lubricate on my brown-eye and then with some gloves on he inserted the thermometer in my caboose with my legs up in the air. With his hands caressing my ass, it kept my mind off of what was going on. After he told me I was fine, he cleaned me up. |