She felt her pussy flow with wetness around the speculum, and clench around the plastic.Then the thing had left her, and Mr. Gramling said, with a little kindness but still as if to a livestock animal of which he felt fond—a productive milk cow, perhaps, “Go ahead and get down from the table. Don’t get dressed; you’ll be naked from now on.”What? The feeling of excitement at having her legs spread open on the table, which had faded a little as the minutes passed, returned full force. Naked, from now on.“Yes, Mr. Gramling,” she whispered, blushing even in her arousal—indeed because of her arousal. When Ms. Renton had kissed her, and then Mr. Yan had made her display her pussy for him and pronounced it wet, Gretchen had wished the soft floor would swallow her up, but even that feeling seemed to make her feel even warmer and wetter down there.Disoriented for a moment when she had gotten off the table, she looked around the room trying to remember where Mr. Gramling had told her to go.“It’s over there,”
