Kate couldn't take it. The menagerie of different sensations Dr. Logan was inflicting on her sensitive buds was overwhelming. She wanted to scream. More than that, she wanted to reach between her legs and stroke her aching c**t. Or rather, what she really wanted, was for Dr. Logan to stroke her c**t. But should couldn’t tell him that.
"Dr. Logan," she said breathlessly. "Please, you have to stop. I – I can't take it."
Dr. Logan released her n*****s and took a step back.
"Hmm," he said, rubbing his chin, "I hate to see you in such agony, Kate. I think further treatment on your n*****s would benefit you. But, I suppose I can give them a short break while I do your pelvic exam. How does that sound?"
"That sounds good, Dr. Logan," said Kate, relieved that the torturous assault on her n****
