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A Cheater's Regret (Chapter 2)

Date: 12/6/2014, Categories: Reluctance, Author: JBonham, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

heart-shaped face, her full lips, and the hint of her gentle curves underneath the lab coat. “You're not in any trouble, Katie,” Sam assure me. “We're just conducting a follow-up from your session with Dr. Manyard yesterday.” “Okay,” I say, feeling relieved already. I was scared they were here to tell me I was being disqualified. Thank God. “I'm going to collect some data from your sensor collar, and conduct a quick physical exam on you,” she continues. “Go ahead and undress for me.” I pause for a moment. They're going to examine me right here? The secretary is clearly visible outside the office window. If she looked back, she would plainly see what is going on. I look over at the blonde's male counterpart – he clears a vase of flowers from a table on the other side of the office and lays out a strip of tissue paper, like the one covering the metal table during my session at the clinic yesterday. I don't know what's about to happen, but I can make a really good guess. I take off my jacket and my shoes. Sam is messing with a laptop set up up on the corner of Ms. Turring's desk. Sam's male counterpart finishes with the tissue paper and comes over to help her. I reluctantly pull my sun dress over my head. All I have left on is my underwear. I hesitate. I really don't want to get naked here of all places. Sam stops her work and looks at me. “Is there a problem?” she asks. “Are you having second thoughts about the study?” “No, no!” I say. I finally work up the nerve to reach ... behind my back and unsnap my bra. Jesus, my nipples are already rock hard. Both of the technicians watch me impatiently. Ms. Turring on the other hand seems more focused on whatever is on her computer screen. She picks up the phone and dials a number. I hear her talking to whoever is on the other end about some email she is reading. I take off my panties and add them to the stack of clothing on the floor. “Sit on the table,” Sam orders me. I obey. I'm quivering with anticipation. What is Sam going to do to me? She picks up a cable attached to her computer and snaps it into my collar. “You alright?” “Y-yes,” I stammer. “I'm good.” “Okay, now I'm going to ask some questions while the collar uploads,” she tells me. “Has anything noteworthy happened since your session yesterday?” “No,” I answer. “In that time, have you had an orgasm?” “No,” I answer again. The blonde doesn't talk right away, she's engrossed with her screen. I see concern flash across her face. “According to the sensors, at approximately 5 PM yesterday, you were extremely sexually aroused,” she says. “Were you masturbating?” I feel busted. Will Sam be angry with me? “Yes... I did... a little,” I confess. “But you stopped yourself before you reached orgasm?” “Yes,” I say. “The collar confirms that – increasing sexual pleasure, but you didn't climax – so no harm done,” Sam says. “What were you doing when you started to masturbate?” “I was in the shower.” “What were you thinking about?” I'm slow to answer, its so ...