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“Lovely view,” Lance commented as her face turned a deeper shade of red.
He slipped on a pair of latex gloves and reached for a tub of Vaseline. She lifted her head off the table to watch in horror as he smeared a dollop of the stuff onto his finger.
“We’ll take your temperature first,” he said.
She began to shake her head furiously, but he simply carried on, calm as can be.
“I would have taken it orally but can’t really with that gag, can I?”
He met her eyes when he brought his finger to her anus and began to rub the stuff onto her. She tried not to make any sound and turned away, squeezing her eyes shut, cringing as she felt his slippery finger circling and circling.