I was conferring with my sister, who like me is also a doctor, when our receptionist Stacey came in with some charts for us. She looked a bit upset, and when we asked why, she explained that one of the patients, a Mr Rogers, in the waiting room had been making one fat joke after another, rather loudly.
Stacey was a large girl, maybe a size 20, but was very attractive. I had often looked down her top at her ample breasts and thought about the naughty fun I could have with her. Maybe one day. But she was not just our employee in our family firm, but a friend.We often went for drinks after work, and had lunch or dinner many times. She was great fun,and clearly very intelligent.
Cheryl, my 51 year old older sister just looked me in the eye and winked.
"Send him in to me , Stacey". Stacey protested and said she would rather neither of us said anything. Cheryl said she just wanted to get rid of him and would say nothing of his behavior.
So Stacey called him in to consulting room 2, Cheryls.
When Mr Rogers came in he walked in like he was Gods gift to women, and in fairness he was tall and good looking.
He explained that he had a rash in his groin area, from sweat he said, probably from the running he did, 10 miles a day he said, at least, and 6 days a week. He said just prescribe me a cream, and be gone.
Cheryl told him to drop his trousers and underwear so she could have a look.
"If you like he said", and in one quick movement, his balls and penis were in view.He was a decent size, about 4 to 5 inches, and maybe semi hard. He wanted Stacey to see.
"Oh she said, well it is cold in here". "What do you mean", Mr Rogers said. Cheryl had left our intercom on so not only could I hear, but so could Mum in room one, which she and dad used when either of them were in.Both were in their late 70s, but still worked occasionally, in the health clinic that they in fact opened more that 30 years previous.
Cheryl took Mr Rogers penis in her hand and said she would just check for lumps etc. He told her to go ahead, he wasn't shy. "Or big", said Cheryl,never mind.Cough please".
"What...what...he replied.
"Cough please", said Cheryl.He coughed. I don't like the look of this , she told him. "I'll get a second opinion",and she called me in and asked me to have a look.
I went over to him.He still had his trousers and shorts down around his ankles. She asked me what I thought. I peered at his now fully soft cock."Not much", I said and asked him how long he was having erectile problems.
He told me he wasn't and he just had a small rash. "Yes," I said, "it is small, I need a another more experienced opinion. I called mum in, who had of course been listening. |
