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The Doc told me that he did this with all of the soccer players, and so I pacific a little bit more. As he was rubbing my chest and pot area, his hands would slid further south, moving my dick on justification. I asked him if we were done, but he said no and to just relax. Readjusting on the table, Rimmerman had me move to the destination of the exam table, and he was touching me in ways that no one else ever has. Pulling me close to his body, and I didn't know what was going to happen. The Doc was getting hot, so he took off his shirts to give him some relief. Rubbing and moving my balls around, he asked me to hold them up while he inspected down below. I had no idea what he was looking for, since I didn't complain about anything. However, the touching was starting to feel adequate, and I didn't really want him to know that. He told me that he would use a agency, and a few seconds later I realized that it was his tongue that was against my hole. He asked me how it felt, and I told him good.
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