Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I’m not proud of what happened, but desperate times call for desperate measures. My expensive insurance won’t cover the medication I so desperately need. The doctor’s harsh words still echo in my mind: “Sorry, Diana, but that medication is out of your network.” As I gripped the armrests of his plush office chair, tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Without that medicine, my chronic condition would worsen, leaving me debilitated.
That’s when Dr. Thompson leaned in, his voice husky with a promise. “If you let me take care of you in a more…personal way, I’ll provide you with the medication for free.” My heart pounded as I processed his proposal. Could I really resort to such a transactional agreement? But the desperate woman in me knew I had no choice.
The Bad Doctor
I swallowed my pride and nodded, “Okay, Doctor. If you can help me, I’ll…cooperate.” With that, the wheels were set in motion. Our once-professional relationship transformed into something far more intimate. Each visit, he would prescribe the vital medication, and in return, I would submit to his advances.
He would make me get his big cock hard with my hot and wet mouth before bending me over the exam table and slamming his unethical prick into me. He would destroy my tight, pink pussy and once he filled that hole up with cum, he’d make me get him hard again and he’d fill my ass with cum too.
It’s hard to admit, but I grew accustomed to his touch. His skilled hands explored my body, igniting a forbidden excitement. I found myself craving his attention, even as I loathed the circumstances that led us here.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248