I see shelves of medical instruments and bottles of pills and colored liquids. Surely they can’t all have a purpose? What nurse can all of these do? The doctor given the task of processing me is waiting, seated in a swivel chair, dressed in a white laboratory coat that makes him look like a medic. He is a young fellow with a tidy beard, and doesn’t have the hard face of most of the Slavers. At the sight of him briefly my spirits lift. Perhaps I have a chance at persuading him to be kind to me. But then, my eyes lower to the chair meant for me. It looks like a mount for a gynecological procedure. I will rest back in a reclined position. There are padded supports for propping up the patient’s legs and feet, but I see these supports are as wide apart as ass stirrups to allow the doctor easy access to my genitals. The seat is fitted with restraints – thick sexy leather bracelets. Whatever happens to people in tits this chair, it must be unpleasant enough that they’ll struggle. “Over to the chair, Melena,” the doctor says, but it is a pointless request for I am propelled across by my neck before there is time sex to comply anyway. They then we're rotated completely around allowing the crowd to see their bodies from all sides before they then are positioned facing towards the crowd. She admitted that she had let it go too far too, tits because it was all so unexpected and everything felt so good. “I can take a lot more than I thought I could.” I’m cumming, Mike, fuck me harder, I’m cumming.” It was an aspect of the VR. What a slutty little housewife," and she blushed as her body ass went limp with endorphins. I sex was lifting off the bench, trying desperately to make her hand push deeper. She knew that this was for play rather than sleep, but twirling before the mirror, she had to admit that she looked pretty hot in it. “I hope you do not mind if we don’t give you a kiss.” said one of the twins. It felt sexy like heaven itself had split me in two. nurse