Thank you for all the nice comments, you'll never know how much they mean to me. So here is the next part of the story As always Jenny is over 18.
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I'd had four treatments; they were exactly like the first one I told you about. Me, spread out on his desk, my legs as wide apart as I could and always before he started the treatment, he would check my pussy, pulling me open with his thumbs and touching briefly me with the soft wet probe.
The last time, he'd worked that lovely probe all over my tight virgin pussy till I came and he spilled that thick creamy lube all over my soaking wet hole. He only ever put the tip of the probe in me, but I was always hungry for more.
Little did I know what I was in for this time.
By now I'd gotten used to the routine, I'd go to Mr. Reed's office and he'd read thought the notes he'd made of our last meeting, while I stood there trying not to stare at him and trying to work out if the damp patch spreading in my panties was normal.
Mr. Reed looked up at me and smiled, I went all gooey inside and I hitched my thumbs into my panties to pull them down for the treatment. Mr Reed stopped me. He stood up and came round to my side of the desk.
"Jenny, I am slightly concerned about the course of your treatment, don't look so worried young lady. It's nothing, but I would prefer to see better progress."
I dropped my eyes to the ground, how could I tell him he was the problem? I couldn't control myself when he was near. I was crazy with lust for him, I thought about the treatments all the time, and being banned from touching myself was having the opposite effect. I was thinking about sex all the time! Instead, I settled for "I'm sorry, Sir."
Mr. Reed lifted my chin and smiled that gorgeous smile that made me want to kiss him, just inches from his beautiful face, it was all I could do to keep my arms behind my back.
"No apologies Jenny, It's probably my fault for expecting too much."
He manoeuvred me around and leaned me against the edge of his desk; he stood close by my side. The smell of his cologne was wonderful, all woodsy and spicy.
"I think the problem may be your underwear."
I looked at him bewildered.
"Lift your skirt."
I did as I was bidden. I could feel the heat in my face as the damp patch in them was reviled to his gaze. His strong hand slid across the taught cotton fabric checking the elastic at the waist and each leg in turn, always his hand was touching me sliding over my pussy, stimulating me where I had not dared touch myself for a complete month, and it was exquisite torture.
He started rubbing my slit through my panties. Instantly they were completely soaked as he stimulated me. He slipped his hand inside my panties and cupped me so perfectly with his big strong hands, I gasped aloud and instinctively clung with one hand to his arm. The muscles in his arm moved wonderfully as his hand explored inside my panties, his forefinger delicately stroking up and down my slit as my wetness increased.