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<h1>Katharine's Appointment With Dr. Garrett</h1>
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<p>She sat in the waiting room, reading the latest issue of some insulting women’s<br>magazine; there’s got to be more to life than these crappy love quizzes. Come<br>on, let’s just get this over with.</p>
<p>“Katharine, follow me, please.” The assistant finally called her name, and K.<br>followed, pretty much hating the ultra-serious atmosphere and especially the<br>vaguely medicinal smell of the whole doctors office – if her company hadn’t<br>insisted on this, she wouldn’t be there, that was for sure. They reached a small<br>examination room and the nurse motioned her inside. “Doctor will be with you<br>shortly. There is a gown on the wall – please remove your clothing, and I’ll be<br>back in a few minutes to take a blood and urine sample.” With a curt smile she<br>left the room and the door clicked behind her.</p>
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<p>Katharine looked around; these places never get any better. And no music, or<br>anything to distract one from the business at hand. Well, better get this going.<br>She began to undress, quickly, efficiently, hesitating just a moment as she<br>unhooked her bra. Her breasts were large and round, with generous nipples, her<br>tits not perhaps as perky as they once had been, but generous and she rather<br>liked them. She reached for the gown and slipped it over her shoulders just as<br>the door opened and the nurse returned. “All done? Good. Now, let’s get your<br>urine sample. Please sit up here on the table.”</p>
<p>“Uh, don’t I just fill up some bottle and hand it back to you?” Another<br>businesslike smile. “With all these drug problems around, the company insists we<br>be present when the sample is taken. It won’t take a minute.”</p>
<p>Katharine started to protest, but then thought, what the hell. If the lady wants<br>to watch me pee, I guess that’s all right. She lifted herself onto the exam<br>table and watched the nurse take out a small funnel-shaped device attached to a<br>container. “Now, I need to place this – “ the nurse started to say, and lifted<br>the edge of Katharine’s gown. Their eyes met for a moment. “You will have to<br>remove your panties, also, please.”</p>
<p>Katharine smiled apologetically. “Didn’t have time…sorry.” She slightly lifted<br>off the table and pulled her panties down; the nurse pulled them off her legs<br>and laid them with the rest of the clothes. The nurse pushed the gown up<br>Katharine’s thighs now. “Could you please open your legs a little?”</p>
<p>Her legs parted, not revealing a dark secret place, but instead, a<br>smoothly-shaven genital area. “I started taking the hair off a while ago, “ she<br>offered a bit lamely, when she detected a slight reaction from the nurse, whose<br>fingers hovered just a second before her fingertips gently pulled Katharine’s<br>labia apart and carefully fitted the funnel against her patient’s urethral<br>area. </p>
<p>“Certainly makes this a lot easier and neater,” the nurse offered, making sure<br>the device was flush against Katharine skin. She then pulled the gown hem down a<br>bit, covering the funnel, trying to make this particular transaction as discrete<br>as possible. “Any time you’re ready…” she announced, holding the funnel tight<br>against her.</p>
<p>“So, I just..?” The nurse nodded. “Well, here goes,” Katharine said quietly, and<br>relaxed herself, trying not to be too aware of the equipment between her legs<br>and the woman who was waiting to collect her pee. Okay, she thought, let’s do<br>it. After just a second delay, she felt herself open up, and the urine began to<br>stream into the container, filling it up. Katharine had of course gone before<br>she left the house, but she emptied herself again.</p>
<p>“Well, that’s it, I guess.” The nurse pulled the funnel away and set the<br>container on a nearby counter, then reached for a piece of moist toweling. “Now,<br>let’s get you cleaned up and ready for Doctor.” The nurse ran the towel between<br>Katharine’s legs, quickly yet thoroughly, and rearranged the gown, which reached<br>midway to her knees.</p>
<p>“I didn’t think this exam was going to include any gynecological stuff. This is<br>for my work, you know.” Katharine’s pulse quickened a bit.</p>
<p>“No, it’s nothing specific. Just a general check, that’s all. It will be over<br>before you know it.” She glanced at Katharine, and patted her hand lightly.<br>“Don’t be concerned. You’ll do just fine.” Katharine was just about to protest<br>again, when the door opened and the doctor strode in, reading from a file.</p>
<p>“Helen, is this another person from Tele Vid Industries?”</p>
<p>“Yes, I am.” Katharine spoke up, kind of resenting being addressed in the third<br>person. And damn it, look at me, she thought.</p>
<p>The doctor stopped in his tracks. “Oh, I’m sorry. Your company’s been on a<br>hiring binge and you’re about the tenth person in here since last week.” He<br>extended his hand. “Dr. Garrett. Hi.” He looked to be about 45, probably over<br>six feet tall, brown hair, pleasant looking, seemed friendly, too.</p>
<p>“You’re right,” Katharine smiled. There ‘s a big new project starting up – I<br>just moved here.” She didn’t mind the small talk; anything to avoid getting down<br>to business. HIS business, that is.</p>
<p>“Well, that’s great. Everything going okay, nurse?” He set Katharine’s file down<br>and came to stand in front of her.</p>
<p>“Yes. We’ll get the blood sample and the other vitals after you’re through.” The<br>nurse moved to stand by the end of the table.</p>
<p>“Fine. Let’s get started, then.” He slipped the stethoscope into his ears, and<br>gently placed it against her upper chest over the gown as she breathed, perhaps<br>a little more heavily than normal, then he began move it around. The disc<br>descended between her breasts, which gave under the light pressure, and traveled<br>around them, and under their roundness. Dr. Garrett then moved the disc to her<br>back, where he untied her gown and opened it slightly. His stethoscope touched<br>bare skin, moving in circles over her back, as he listened intently. “All<br>right…very good.” He kept up a soothing commentary as he examined her. “So,<br>how do you like the city so far?”</p>
<p>With one hand, Garrett slipped the gown down off Katharine’s shoulders in a<br>casual move, and she found herself naked to the waist before she knew it, her<br>breasts exposed, her nipples annoyingly on the hard side. “Gosh,” she blurted<br>out before she knew it. She hadn’t expected this, not yet. Her voice brought<br>Garrett’s hand to a halt. “I’m sorry, did you have a question?” His hands had<br>been palpating her neck and shoulder area.</p>
<p>“No, I guess not. Sorry.” She half-heartedly brought her arms up a little<br>higher, trying to display a trifle of modesty. “And uh, the city seems great.”</p>
<p>His eyes swept down to meet hers. “It is. You’ll really like it.” He moved back<br>a step from the table. “Arms at your side, please,” he asked, staring intently<br>at her chest area. “Sit up straight, please, Katharine.” Her posture immediately<br>improved and he smiled briefly. “That’s great.” He moved closer again, and his<br>hands began to move over her breasts, feeling their depths, revealing their<br>secrets. He pushed and pressed on her, but with a dispassionate ease that almost<br>calmed Katharine. He lifted each breast in his hand, as if weighing it, all the<br>while chatting away while his fingers roamed over her naked skin, his eyes now<br>and then glancing up, but then returning to their duties.</p>
<p>“Would you lay back, please?” His hands lightly pushed her back onto the table.<br>She reclined, the top of the gown now situated around her waist area, her<br>breasts flattened but still very round. Dr. Garrett’s hands moved over her<br>again, and this time she had nowhere else to look but up at him as continued the<br>exam, this time paying particular attention to her nipples, which he pinched and<br>compressed several times. “Everything seems fine here,” he said. “You do monthly<br>self-exams, don’t you, Katharine?” He looked down at her, smiling, as if this<br>were the most natural circumstances under which to be conversing.</p>
<p>“Yes, of course.”</p>
<p>“That’s good. You have rather a dense breast composition and you really need to<br>do a thorough job. Don’t rush it.” She expected him to pull the gown back up<br>over her upper body, but his hands merely continued on their professional path,<br>palpating her torso, pressing on her abdomen, moving further down her body.<br>Katharine was beginning to feel too exposed, but didn’t want to sound like a<br>baby, so she just lay there, once glancing over the nurse’s way to see her<br>arranging some instruments on a tray. She just wished her nipple weren’t so<br>hard.</p>
<p>“Any menstrual irregularities?” Garrett inquired. “Regular cycles?” His hands<br>were now positioned at the bunched up gown around her waist. He stopped there.</p>
<p>“Yes, no problem. I’ve always been like clockwork.”</p>
<p>“You’re lucky. I saw that you use a diaphragm. They’re great if you use them<br>right.”</p>
<p>A wave of slight modesty swept over Katharine. And the room was a little chilly<br>– her nipples were still hard, and she really wanted to stop being naked.<br>“Well, I do,” she answered.</p>
<p>Dr. Garrett’s fingers paused on the fabric of the gown. “It looks like you’re in<br>good shape,” he pronounced, pulling the garment back up and over her shoulders.</p>
<p>Great, Katharine thought. Let’s cut this thing short and get me out of here. He<br>was a terrific doctor and everything, but it could only go downhill from here.<br>Just as she was about to sit up, she felt the bottom of the gown being lifted up<br>and a cool rush of air on her naked lower body. The nurse was now positioned<br>next to the doctor at the end of the table, and Katharine felt her calm<br>professional hands on her right knee.</p>
<p>Garrett was looking at her shaven smoothness. Such a contrast to the usual view<br>from his angle. “May I ask a personal question?” Dr. Garrett said with something<br>less than a medical edge in his voice.</p>
<p>Katharine couldn’t help but give a chuckle. “Considering the circumstances, is<br>there any other kind?” She could feel his warm hand just above her pubic mound,<br>resting there, casual and professional.</p>
<p>“There seems to be a lot of women these days removing the hair – is this some<br>trend I’m not aware of? It used to be quite rare. Lately, I’d say at least 10<br>percent of the women I see have done it.” He seemed genuinely interested in the<br>phenomenon.</p>
<p>“I can only speak for myself, but I really prefer it and it’s no trouble.” She<br>felt only a little weird discussing her hairless cunt under these conditions.</p>
<p>“You’re definitely not alone,” he said. “Now, just please relax, Katharine. A<br>few second later, she felt her legs being parted and Garrett’s plastic-gloved<br>finger eased itself down her cleft, moving swiftly past her clitoris, as he felt<br>her labia between his fingertips, touching every area there, in an exam more<br>thorough than any she had ever had. He pressed, he pushed; his fingers, singly<br>and in groups, moved over her genital area until he knew every detail of her<br>anatomy. And Katharine couldn’t even say she hated it. It felt almost soothing,<br>to her surprise. He all but ignored her clitoris; guess he figured that must<br>work okay. He kept us his little commentary, too. “That looks fine, okay, let’s<br>just feel this once again,” he murmured quietly. Her legs were still not widely<br>apart, so she didn’t feel quite so exposed as she might have. This wasn’t so<br>bad, not at all.</p>
<p>“Katharine, I’m going to use the stirrups now to do a pelvic. Could you please<br>scoot towards the end of the table.” The nurse’s cool hands pushed her butt<br>forward and took hold of her ankles to place them in the metal holders. This<br>automatically opened her legs, spreading her genital area wide and making the<br>lips part.</p>
<p>“Dr. Garrett, do you really need to – “ Katharine knew it was silly to protest<br>this, it was a standard procedure, but it was horrible, so matter how<br>professional the doctor acted. Next time, she vowed, I’m getting a lady doctor.<br>It can’t be this awkward.</p>
<p>“Katharine, I know this is always uncomfortable. Sometimes it can help if you<br>see what I’m doing. Would you like to watch this part of the exam? We have a<br>mirror we can set up. I would recommend it, actually. You will probably learn<br>something.”</p>
<p>Nothing could be worse than lying there exposed. “Thank you, I would like to<br>watch.” What the hell, she thought.</p>
<p>The nurse placed a small pillow under Katharine’s head to raise it a little, as<br>the doctor maneuvered a large mirror on a stand and positioned it next to the<br>stool he was using. Katharine almost gasped as she focused for the first time on<br>the image – there she was, completely exposed, every private part of her bathed<br>in bright light, her labia pink and glistening from the doctor’s ministrations,<br>yet she felt undeniably in control of the situation, somehow. It was empowering<br>to see herself like this. Of course, she had often used a mirror at home to look<br>at herself, but this was different. Very different.</p>
<p>“You see, this is a little better isn’t it ? I don’t recommend this to my older<br>patients, they’re not as comfortable with their genitals usually, anyway, but I<br>think this is a good solution.” She met his eyes as they glanced up at her for a<br>second. “The mirror in a good place for you?” he asked.</p>
<p>“Yes, it’s fine.” She was transfixed by the blatant power and beauty of the<br>image she saw. Now she was almost enjoying this part She could see her clitoris,<br>mostly hidden under its hood, and her vaginal opening, moisture beginning to<br>seep from deep inside her – she could see everything, and so could Dr. Garrett<br>and the nurse. And the stark impact was emphasized by her shaved cunt. They<br>could see it all. It was stunning.</p>
<p>“Katharine, I’m going to use my fingers to feel around your outer genital region<br>again,” and as he spoke, she could see and feel his fingers moving over her<br>again, the image in the mirror mesmerizing, as she watched him touch her. “I’m<br>examining your large lips – labia majora – now your inner lips, your urethral<br>opening.” His voice calmed her and made her a part of the exploration. “I’m just<br>going to push back the clitoral hood..” This made Katharine squirm a little<br>–she was very sensitive, and she was trying to keep calm as he used two fingers<br>to push the hood back, and his finger prodded her clitoris. He could see a<br>reaction– there was a slight contraction of the entire vulva region. Without<br>the hair, every movement was very noticeable. And Katharine saw it too, in the<br>mirror. Garrett’s fingers were starting a sexual reaction, and she tried to<br>dismiss it. He sensed her tensing up. “Okay, that’s fine.” His fingers left her<br>clitoral area, and rested between her lips.</p>
<p>“Now I’m going into your vaginal opening.” His index finger slid down and slowly<br>pushed inside her, encountering slight resistance at the introitus; once inside,<br>she could see him move his hand to press all sides of her entrance. “I’m going<br>to hook my finger up and see if we can’t locate your G spot – have you ever<br>done that?”</p>
<p>“Uh huh. But it doesn’t seem to work too well.” She could barely speak,<br>entranced as she was by the sights and touches she was experiencing. “Okay, I<br>think we’ve got it.” She could feel him deep inside her, his finger massaging<br>inside her vagina on the upper wall. “You feel anything, there? It’s definitely<br>swelling up under my finger. I don’t want this to go farther than you want, but<br>It’s worth knowing it’s not just a myth. You feeling that?”</p>
<p>“I…I don’t know. I can’t tell.” Katharine really was trying to concentrate on<br>what he was doing, his.. exam? Didn’t feel like one now exactly, but she<br>actually felt like she was learning something this time, not just the doctor.</p>
<p>“Sometimes it feels as if you have to urinate.” His other hand was gently<br>pressing down just above her pubic mound. He continued to move his finger gently<br>inside her. “I really just wanted to show you where it is - some patients are<br>comfortable and want to go that extra step to see what it’s like to orgasm this<br>way, but we can stop right now. I want you to feel okay about this.” He stopped<br>his movements. “I see so many women who know so little about their own bodies. I<br>just can’t stand women not knowing all that they can do for themselves. It’s<br>really a health issue as much as a sexual one. I know you didn’t come here for<br>this, but…”</p>
<p>Katharine’s inhibitions were by now fast disappearing in the spirit of<br>scientific investigation. She felt as though she and this kind Dr. Garrett were<br>on the verge of wonderful discovery, and his knowledgeable commentary was<br>helping her along. She didn’t feel odd – she wanted to feel more. “No, I<br>appreciate this. I sort of would like to see what happens.”</p>
<p>He gave her a quick reassuring smile. “Well, then let’s see. Nurse, could you<br>please bring a towel over here to the end of the table.”</p>
<p>“What’s that for?” Katharine asked, as the nurse placed the towel up against<br>Katharine’s rear end on the table. “Am I going to urinate?”</p>
<p>“No.” As Garrett answered, his finger started up the movement again inside her.<br>“One fairly common side effect of G Spot stimulation is female ejaculation, more<br>so than with any other method. Have you ever experienced this, Katharine?<br>Nothing probably will happen, but let’s be ready.”</p>
<p>“Female ejaculation?” Oh great, now she was going to spurt all over her doctor.<br>Well, if he doesn’t mind, neither do I. Suddenly she felt something sort of give<br>inside her. “Oooohh,” she moaned softly. “God.” All at once her genitals<br>starting pulsating, not from anything external, but deep, deep inside her, as<br>his finger kept up its relentless regular rhythm. “Something’s happening…”</p>
<p>“Okay…okay, let’s just keep on going here, Katharine. I’ll be able to feel<br>it.” It was just a few seconds later when Dr. Garrett felt Katharine’s vagina<br>constrict around his finger, and she was thrown into a series of incredible<br>internal orgasmic contractions. As she looked into the mirror, she saw a stream<br>of liquid emerge from her vaginal area, as Dr. Garrett pressed the towel to her<br>entrance and sopped up the fluid.</p>
<p>And then it was over. “Katharine, wasn’t that amazing? You see, both the G Spot<br>and female ejaculation are absolutely real. And it’s a crime that women don’t<br>know about it. “</p>
<p>Katharine’s genitals were just calming down about now. “Yes, thank you.” She<br>looked into the mirror. She was red, engorged, her genitals looked alive. “It<br>was fascinating.” Somehow whatever hesitancy she had at the beginning of the<br>exam was completely gone – and this was the best doctor she had ever gone to.</p>
<p>He was continuing the exam now, more conventionally. The nurse handed him the<br>speculum. “I’m going to insert the speculum now.” It slid inside Katharine<br>easily, and he continued the conversation while peering inside her, and<br>performing a pap smear.</p>
<p>“I took whatever human sexuality courses I could get my hands on – and I<br>couldn’t believe my colleagues weren’t as interested in this area as I was. And<br>it certainly is gratifying to help someone learn something rather than just go<br>through the regular exam stuff.” Katharine felt the usual pinches and slight<br>discomfort as he completed the smear, but it was nothing like the usual. “You<br>look just fine in there – good color, nice and pink, good moisture. And good<br>muscle tone. That was a terrifically strong orgasmic contraction you had. I wish<br>I could have measured it.”</p>
<p>“You can measure that?”</p>
<p>Dr. Garrett was pulling the speculum out of her now. She watched as it emerged<br>from inside her and her vagina closed up again. “Oh, I almost forgot. You want<br>to look at your cervix? Come here.” He reinserted the speculum inside her and<br>moved the mirror directly in front of her and positioned the light to illuminate<br>the area. “Sit up a little. Take a look.”</p>
<p>Katharine sat up, and as she did so, the gown slipped down off her shoulders and<br>off her body, leaving her completely naked. But it didn’t matter now. She looked<br>into the mirror and looked inside herself, seeing the pink dimple that was her<br>cervix, and the lush conch- colored interior of her own vagina. It was<br>beautiful.</p>
<p>“See?” He opened the speculum a little more and directed more light into her.<br>“Now, how can anybody not want to know about that?” He sounded like a proud<br>father.</p>
<p>She reclined back down again, her totally naked body in a state of<br>super-awareness. The nurse smiled at the doctor; clearly, she enjoyed this too.<br>She noticed the gown on the floor and went to pick it up, but Katharine shook<br>her head. The nurse instead draped a small towel over her breasts. “I don’t know<br>how I can thank you. You’ve done more than any doctor I’ve ever had to actually<br>help me. I really appreciate it.” And she meant it. Dr. Garrett sat back down on<br>his stool and wiped down Katharine’s genital area. “Oh, I almost forgot – let<br>me show you how we can measure vaginal strength.” The nurse handed him a<br>dildo-like object. “This is it. It goes in, and you squeeze, and we can measure<br>the pressure. Would you like to try it?”</p>
<p>“Sure.” Katharine watched as he began to push the object into her – it was<br>larger than the speculum, and he went slowly, letting her vagina adjust to the<br>wider diameter. “Hmmm…that’s pretty big. It’s really stretching me.” Garrett<br>held his finger on the device to keep it inside. “Remember, the vagina is<br>incredibly elastic, both in length and width. This is nothing. Think of a baby!<br>But it is more than the speculum.” He attached some wires to what looked like a<br>gauge, and they connected to the device. “Okay, Katharine, now you squeeze your<br>muscles, and this will measure the pressure.”</p>
<p>She tightened her vagina around the instrument. “Now, hold it just a moment<br>while I get a reading…okay, relax. And again….” Katharine’s muscles grew<br>taut, and it felt almost like the beginnings of an orgasm with someone inside<br>her. This was somehow more sexual than the G Spot part of this exam, and she<br>began to feel exposed again. Finally, he said “Okay, that’s enough. Very<br>impressive.” In the mirror she saw her vaginal opening distended by the device,<br>and Dr. Garrett fiddling with the connections.</p>
<p>“The specific readings wouldn’t make any sense, but you have excellent muscle<br>strength. Among the strongest I’ve ever recorded. Now, this is a little<br>different than in involuntary orgasmic contraction, but it gives a range.”</p>
<p>“How would you ever test an orgasmic contraction, anyway?” Katharine was curious<br>at this point.</p>
<p>“Well, in the lab, a woman masturbates to orgasm, and they get the data that<br>way. The meter can be done with a control cord from a remote location. It’s<br>pretty common clinic practice.” He started to unclip the connectors.</p>
<p>“Wait…Doctor. Could we try that, too?” This was an interesting experiment, and<br>she wanted to help Garrett if she could.</p>
<p>“Oh, I don’t have the remote cord set-up, sorry.” He continued to unhook the<br>meter.</p>
<p>It’s now or never, Katharine thought. “Look, I don’t mind. Forget about the<br>remote – we can do it here. It’s okay. I mean, everything’s set up already.”</p>
<p>Dr. Garrett looked at her. “You don’t really have to do that. I wouldn’t want to<br>make you uncomfortable in any way.”</p>
<p>Katharine was insistent now. “No, really, it’s fine. At this point, you’ve got<br>me interested in this. Just tell me what to do.”</p>
<p>“Well, if you don’t mind, I would love to get the data.”</p>
<p>“Yes, please, just tell me what you want.”</p>
<p>“We’re already hooked up. Um…” Dr. Garrett hesitated just a moment.</p>
<p>“You, uh, need to stimulate yourself to an orgasm.”</p>
<p>Katharine’s hands started towards her pubic area. “I can do that. I’ve never<br>done it in these circumstances, but I think I can.”</p>
<p>“I can go away and come back in a few moments if that would help.” Garrett<br>started to push the stool away from the table and back off.</p>
<p>“No, no. Let me just get going here.” Katharine’s hand paused just a second<br>before she dropped her index finger down to her clitoris and touched it<br>gingerly. “I just need a little lubrication.” She dipped her finger lower and<br>bumped into the vaginal probe, even though she was watching herself in the<br>mirror. “Oops. Sorry.” She felt around the edge and gathered some moisture and<br>brought it up to her clit. “Okay.” She began to gently rub herself, watching her<br>fingers move around her sensitive spot, glancing up to see Dr. Garrett trying<br>not to stare, but he was aware of her movements and monitoring the minute<br>changes in her vaginal muscles as she stimulated herself.</p>
<p>Katharine saw the nurse leave the room. Weren’t they supposed to always be in<br>the examining room? She hesitated a second.</p>
<p>Dr. Garrett noticed. “Is there something wrong?”</p>
<p>“The nurse. She’s gone. I thought that – “ At that moment the nurse reentered<br>the room carrying a box and came over to the table.</p>
<p>“Sometimes it’s easier with a little help.” She pulled out a vibrator and<br>plugged it in. “This has worked before.”</p>
<p>Katharine looked over the large wand-type machine. “You have things like this<br>lying around a doctor’s office?”</p>
<p>“I do some non-orgasmic women’s therapy groups sometimes.” The nurse seemed to<br>really want Katharine to try it, so she turned it on and applied it near her<br>clitoral area. The feeling was instantaneous and intense.</p>
<p>“My god…this is going to take about 30 seconds.” She rode with the feeling,<br>and it literally wasn’t more than half a minute later when Katharine felt the<br>familiar buildup coming on, and all at once she was wracked by a gut-wrenching<br>orgasmic spasm that clenched her vaginal muscles.</p>
<p>“Oh…oh…!” She pulled the vibrator away from her body and felt her insides go<br>rigid again and again, each contraction registering on Dr. Garrett’s little<br>machine. She tried not to make noise, but another little whimper escaped her<br>lips as another wave passed through her cunt. It was a mighty climax,<br>intensified by the vibrator and by the circumstances, and Katharine felt a<br>little sheepish after it was over.</p>
<p>The nurse had been watching the whole thing, and her satisfied smile was<br>Katharine’s “job well done.”</p>
<p>Garrett didn’t say anything for a moment. “I had no idea,” he said after his<br>silence, “how interesting this would be. The readings are simply amazing. I<br>don’t know how to thank you for this opportunity.” As Katharine lay back again,<br>she watched in the mirror as he slowly pulled the device from her vagina,<br>carefully wiping her genital area with the towel when it was out, as a flow of<br>her juices followed. After a few minutes the meter was completely disconnected,<br>and Garrett turned back to Katharine, who was still resting, her feet up in the<br>stirrups, her entire pubic region engorged and puffy. He gently rested his hand<br>against her vulva as in a benediction.</p>
<p>“Thank you,” he said quietly.</p>
<p>The nurse finally lowered Katharine’s legs, and now she was primly lying on her<br>back, and the nurse at this point handed her the gown again and helped Katharine<br>to a sitting position. Her breasts were also engorged, nipples enlarged after<br>her orgasms, and after a moment she held the gown in front of her, finally<br>realizing she was completely naked.</p>
<p>“Okay, well, I guess that’s it.” Garrett gave her a big smile. “Thanks. You’ve<br>got a clean bill of health. You be sure to come back if you need anything.”</p>
<p>“Thank you. I will.” Katharine watched Dr. Garrett leave the room with her file,<br>and she hopped off the table, standing naked as she reached for her clothing.<br>This was one trip to the doctor that she would really remember.</p>
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