Just like the week before, the receptionist led Helen down the hallways to a small exam room to wait. She watched the minute hand on the wall clock move slowly closer to class time. The butterflies started to swirl in her stomach. She hoped to see her husband one last time before the class arrived.

After last week’s class she had driven home by herself with so many feelings racing through her head. When her husband got home that night, they had a long talk over dinner. They talked in detail about what had happened during the class. It was a blunt and revealing conversation. He asked her about her feelings towards it all, and she was embarrassed to admit how turned on she had become. The rational side of her brain was appalled and disapproving of the entire situation, but her body had experienced an arousal like never before. Her husband pressed her for specific details, making her retell the experience from her point of view. It all led to an intense evening of passionate sex. She did things with him that night she had not done before. It surprised him how she offered herself in such a submissive way. They both enjoyed their new found fire.

Two taps on the door and the receptionist stepped in.

“You can follow me, please.” She smiled innocently.

Helen hopped down and obediently followed. She was excited and nervous. She had not asked her husband about today’s class, and did not know what to expect. They reached the doors labeled THEATER 1, and the receptionist led Helen inside.

Like her first session, the doctor was talking to a dozen students in the front row of the seating area. These students looked older than the group last week. They were all wearing white lab coats with stethoscopes draped around their necks. They had a more serious air about them. Helen felt she was facing 12 young doctors. She paused just inside the door and waited for instruction.

“Welcome. The doctor said, waving her to the center of the room. “Please come in. Right this way.”

Helen cautiously made her way to the exam table that was in the middle of the room. Thankfully there was no changing screen or gown this time. Phew. She exhaled in relief.

“Thank you for volunteering to be our patient today.” He said. “Your time here is greatly appreciated, and you are contributing to the education of our future doctors.” Helen had heard that before. She now realized that he most certainly recited that same greeting to the volunteer at the beginning of every lab session.

“Class, today’s lab topic is Patient Comfort During Well-Woman Exams.” The doctor explained. “We will be going through all the steps of an exam. However, instead of focusing on the procedure or the assessment, we will be learning to read the patient’s comfort level, recognize what increases or decreases comfort, ways to make her feel more relaxed, and learn to better read nonverbal signals and her responses to the situation.”

Helen could not believe what he had just said. A well-woman exam? An exam that focused on female specific issues? That’s not at all what she was expecting. Her nerves shot right through the roof and a mild sense of fear began to grow inside her. Surely her husband had a plan to keep this all civilized and respectful. She could feel her heart racing. She hoped that listening to her heartbeat would not be on the agenda. She was at least thankful that this would not require changing into a gown.

“Who would like to begin?” He asked the class.

A young man spoke first. “I would assume the admitting nurse has already performed the patient intake, weighed, and measured her, so I would begin with auscultation.”

“OK. Proceed.” the doctor said. Helen expected her husband would conduct the exam. Why was he telling the student to proceed?

Helen nervously watched as the student walked around her, pressed his stethoscope to her back, and proceeded to listen.

“Her heart is racing.” The student announced. “I expect she is nervous.”

“Very good.” The doctor continued. “And after listening to the back…”

The student walked to her side and said. “Please unbutton your blouse.”

Helen froze in panic, looking directly at her husband. He met her stare with eyebrows raised in that way which expected compliance. All eyes were waiting for her next move. She slowly unbuttoned a few buttons of her blouse. Not knowing what else to due, Helen continued to look directly at her husband as the young man slid his hand into her blouse. He touched the stethoscope to her bare skin, causing her to breath in sharply from the coldness. He moved the cold metal disk back and forth, sometimes on her chest, sometimes on her breast. Helen could feel her nipples hardening just inches away from his hand, although she couldn’t tell if it was just the cold metal, or if the student's hand on her chest was also a factor.

Without taking his eyes from her, the doctor asked, “Class what do you notice?”

“She still looks nervous.” One student said.

“Ok.” The doctor replied, showing a slight grin.

“You could reassure her that all sounds fine.” Another student suggested.

“Very good.” The doctor agreed.

The young man had kept his hand inside Helen’s blouse for this entire exchange, the palm of his hand resting on her bare skin just above her bra.

“Everything sounds fine.” He said to her.

Helen managed to force a very small smile, acknowledging his statement.

“Alright. Who wants to go next?” The doctor asked the class.

Helen could not believe that all the students were going to take turns putting their hands into her blouse. How was this possible? She looked them all over, especially their hands. Each of them were going to be sliding their hands into my shirt? Touching my bare skin with their cold metal tools.

“I think it’s time for the visual epidermis check.” Said the tallest student.

“Good.” Replied the doctor.

The tall student stepped forward. “If you could disrobe now I’m going to have a look at your skin.”

Helen swallowed hard. Disrobe? As in remove her clothes? A quick glance at her husband gave her no help. He simply stared at her, silently demanding obedience. Helen gathered her courage and slowly removed her blouse, folding, and putting it at the head of the table. Then she removed her shoes. Glancing around she was met by nothing but stares from all the students. She took a deep breath, unzipped, and removed her pants. She folded them neatly and put them on her folded shirt. If it was going to be this uncomfortable she could at least show some civility in folding and stacking her clothes. She could control that little bit.

She turned and faced the student.

“Class, what do you think so far? How is she feeling?” The doctor asked.

“She still looks nervous.” One student said.

“She looks embarrassed.” Another added.

“Embarrassed of what?” The doctor asked.

“Embarrassed to be so exposed. Or maybe embarrassed at what physical condition she is in?” A student suggested. It was amazing how much disregard they had for Helen’s own feelings. I’m standing right here, almost naked, in front of all of you, and you think it’s ok to just point out my flaws? And how dare you comment on my weight. Who raised you? She sniffled to hold back her feelings.

“Maybe she’s embarrassed that her bra and panties don’t match.” One student offered. He said it with a slight smile, looking straight at Helen. The smile was tinged with sinister undertones. There were some quiet snickers from the other students.

Helen was shocked. How could her husband let them talk that way? Why did this young man feel comfortable saying such insulting things?

“Ah. She has not finished undressing.” The doctor said.

Helen’s eyes widened.

“Yes.” The tall student spoke up. “You need to undress completely, M’am.”

Helen squinted at her husband hoping for an intervention. There was none. She was not happy about this. She unhooked her bra and removed it, holding one arm across her chest to cover her nipples. Then with the other hand she pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. She held that hand in front of her crotch. Why could they possibly need her to be completely naked?

“Thank you.” Said the tall student. “Now, please raise your arms.”

Helen’s heart sank. There was no way to hide. She tucked her under garments under the folded pants, and then raised her arms, exposing her bare breasts and pubic hair to the class. Her nipples scrunching up again, poking forward towards the spectators. She felt them all staring at her. Scrutinizing her body. Judging her.

“And turn around please.” He continued. She turned around, now showing her bare ass to the students.

“She looks stiff.” One student commented. “I don’t think she likes being naked.”

“Good point.” The doctor said. “Being completely naked can be uncomfortable. This is the primary reason patients are offered a modest gown to change into during appointments. It gives them the impression of privacy, albeit a rather false sense of privacy.”

“Should I offer her a gown now?” The tall student asked.

The doctor looked at the patient. He knew his wife was not fully prepared for today’s events. He could see it in her eyes. She was silently pleading for something to cover herself. She was standing there, completely naked, in front of a room full of strangers. A bunch of young men were leering at her as she bared herself to them.

“That won’t be necessary.” He said. “What’s done is done.” Her heart sank. She wanted to speak up but did not want to draw additional attention to her embarrassment.

“And what comes after the visual exam?” The doctor asked the class.

“The breast exam.” A few students responded in unison. It sounded to Helen and if they were eager to get to the next step. The air of professionalism was beginning to fade in their voices. It sounded more like a bunch of college students playing a game.

“Ok.” Said the doctor. “Proceed.”

Helen stood frozen as a student with red haired & freckles approached her.

“You can hop up on the table now.” He said to her, pointing to the end of the table.

Helen reluctantly sat on the end of the table facing him. He took a step closer, almost into her personal space.

“And lie down please.” He added.

Helen reached her arms back and gently lowered herself back down on the crinkly paper. She was staring up at the ceiling and could not tell what the student was going to do next. She heard some clanking and felt a thumping in the table. Then she felt the student’s hands on her ankle and calf, lifting her leg up and setting it to rest in a stirrup.

Oh, No! She thought. No, no, no.

“I’m sorry, that may feel a bit cold on your leg. Is the angle OK?” He asked.

Helen wanted to object to the whole situation, but she remembered her husband’s instructions last week about not talking, and keeping her answers simple.

The red haired student raised the leg support up higher, and then swung it farther out to the side. Helen had never experienced the stirrup positioned that far back or outward before. It was testing her flexibility.

“Is this ok here?” He asked again.

“Yes.” Helen uttered in barely more than a whisper.

“Good”. He said, and did the same with her other leg.

Helen gripped the edges of the table tightly. She struggled to sort out all the feelings swirling throughout her. Her initial embarrassment was being replaced with humiliation and anxiety. The position of her legs felt less medical and more just out right obscene. She didn’t dare imagine how this could get any worse.

“Class,” the doctor asked. “What do you see here?”

The class took their time responding. A long time. They were now standing, and had begun to gather around the table. Helen knew that two or three of them were looking directly at her privates. How could they not? With how wide the stirrups had been placed she assumed half the class was staring straight into her womb.

Finally one of the students spoke up.

“I thought we were doing the breast exam next?” They asked.

“That's correct.” The doctor said. “Putting the patient into the stirrups too soon often adds to their anxiety. It’s best to slowly work your way down the body, and only use the stirrups at the end when necessary.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.” The red haired student admitted. “I forgot what step we were at. Should I…” he looked to the doctor for guidance.

“What’s done is done. No point in moving backwards at this point.” The doctor decreed. “We’ll just conduct the breast exam with the patient in this position.”

Helen clenched her jaw trying to maintain her composure. She was starting to think her husband enjoyed exposing her to others. The red haired student walked around to her side and placed his hands on her right breast. He gently pressed and pushed her breast tissue side to side as he felt for the features buried deep below the surface. Helen’s eyes twitched ever so slightly when the student pushed down deep.

There was a knock on the door and Helen heard it swing open. The footsteps moved across to the room to where the doctor was standing.

“Hello officer.” The doctor said.

“Good day.” The officer replied. “I’m just conducting the mandatory check of…” He turned and saw the patient from the doctor’s perspective. The graphic exposure of her naked body was not what he had been expecting.

“A….well…” The officer checked his paperwork. “Is this case number 8773W?”

Helen raised her head slightly and looked at the officer.

“Yes.” She said

“Ok.” He replied, taking him time looking back and forth between the paperwork and the patient.

“I….Ahh…..Everything appears to be in order.” He said to himself. To the doctor he said, “Just remember to log the hours served on the attendance forms.”

“I will.” The doctor answered.

“Alright…then...I guess…I will be going.” The police officer nodded to the doctor, took one last long look at the patient, and then left.

“Class,” the doctor said, “you have just learned that this particular patient is here as a part of her court ordered community service. That situation does not concern us. It makes no difference to us if she was charged for theft, public urination, or indecent exposure. As far as we know she is just another volunteer, here to help you all further your medical studies. Am I being clear?”

There was a murmuring of “yes doctor” from the students,

“Ok. Now. Back to the lesson.” The doctor stepped into the circle of students and stood at the side of the table. “When it comes to today’s physical examinations. don’t be shy. This is the time to learn how hard is too hard. The human body is amazingly resilient, and while you will always strive to be gentle in your future careers, I want you to understand how durable the body is, and how tolerant a patient can be when required.”

The doctor paused and looked down at her, waiting to see if she was paying attention. Helen looked up into his eyes. Being stuck on her back. spread out on a table like this made her feel powerless. She was glad that he was the one overseeing the situation.

“It is important to understand the range of touch with a patient. There are degrees, from gentle to rough. In the professional world, you do not want to cross this line unless absolutely necessary. However, today is the time for you to learn where this line is, and read the patient’s response when you do cross it.”

The doctor reached his hand out, placed his palm on his wife’s breast, and wrapped his fingers around the mound. He squeezed, visibly forcing her breast to bulge between his fingers. As he held it tight Helen winced and tightened her grip on the edge of the table.

“Do you see her response?” He asked the class. They nodded in affirmation, talking quietly to one another. Then the doctor squeezed harder, digging his fingertips into the soft under side of her breast tissue.

“Ayyeeee!” Helen shrieked out loud.

“Do you see the difference?” The doctor said to the class, focusing entirely on the lesson and not on the patient.

This perked up the attention and interest of the students, and many showed a smile of amusement. They now understood what the doctor was saying. After letting go, the doctor’s hand print was still visible on the patient’s breast.

“Ok, everyone, gather around, both sides.” He instructed the students. “I want everyone to get a turn at this.”

To the patient he said “Please try to remain silent. Is that clear?”

“Yes.” Helen whispered. She was too surprised at the sudden turn of events to object in anyway.

To the students he said, “Each of you take turns squeezing her breast tissue until you hear her break my instructions and make a sound. Keep your eyes focused on her face. That is where some of the best clues can be spotted.” The students were giddy with excitement.

Helen could not believe what was going on. He was actually instructing them to grab her until she could not control herself? This was outrageous. There is no way that… “Ayyyeeee!” She screamed out loud. That student was much stronger than expected. She opened her eyes just a bit and looked up to see one of the bigger guys looming over her. He looked less like a medical student and more like a rugby player. She also saw her husband glaring down at her. Hand after hand, she stifled her squealing as best she could until it slipped through her lips. Staring up at each new student, locking eyes with them, knowing that their innocence look was just a facade. Knowing that even though they were smiling, they were going to be rough with her. She felt like a piece of meat being beaten and bruised with no regard for her feelings. The soreness of her breasts was completely understandable, but the wetness and tingling between her legs made no sense at all. She tried to close her legs, or rock her thighs side to side to help close down these feelings. Unfortunately, the stirrups made it very difficult to get any comforting closure.

At some point one of the students applied only a thumb and forefinger to Helen’s nipple. They pinched it. The pain was sharp and focused. It was almost at Helen’s threshold when the fingers then twisted.

“Ouch!” Helen yelled, looking up at one of the smaller students, grinning down at her. Helen shuttered. There was a touch of evil lurking behind those young eyes. The student looked around to his fellow classmates, smiling, feeling proud of what he had done to the patient.

When all the students had taken a turn on Helen’s breasts there was pause in the activity.

“Did everyone notice the telling signs of discomfort?” The doctor asked.

“Yes” the students answered. Their answers were clearly more enthusiastic than before. Helen did not like their new found courage. She felt certain that some of them had moved past the educational aspects of this class, and were now doling out retaliatory punishments for whatever crimes they suspected she had committed.

“Moving on from the breasts.” The doctor announced. “The patient’s legs are already up in the stirrups. What are your initial observations?”

“Labia is slightly parted, color indicates healthy circulation.” Said one student.

“Pubic hair was trimmed approximately a week ago, hygiene appears to be adequate.” Another added.

Adequate? Helen thought to herself. What do they mean by adequate?

“A sizable amount of fluid has emerged from her...” Another added, pointing down there. “So much that it has run down her perineum and soaked into the table paper.”

Helen could feel her face flushing bright red. She hated the way her body was responding to the scrutiny of these university students. They were probably 20 years younger than her, and they showed almost no respect. Their graphic comments made her think they were the sort who just took what they wanted without asking. A bunch of insolent little brats. Then why am I so damn wet?

“What you are seeing here is an example of Arousal Non-Concordance.” The doctor explained. “Her body is showing signs of physical arousal while, one would assume, not being emotionally aroused. Even with all the embarrassment, anxiety, and discomfort she has just experienced, her genitals are showing signs of preparing for sexual activity. It is an involuntary reaction. She has no practical control over how these parts of her body respond.” The doctor's voice lowered ever so slightly, shifting from a clinical explanation to a more disapproving, almost chastising tone.” Apparently, it is simply in her nature to respond this way.”

“Can we proceed with the exam with her in this condition?” One of the students asked.

“Certainly.” The doctor answered. “The patient’s physical arousal will not interfere with our next step, the bimanual pelvic examination. Time for the gloves.”

The doctor opened a drawer in the table and produced a box of latex gloves. Each of the students took a pair and proceeded to pull them on. The repeated snapping of the glove cuffs popped all around Helen, like a pack of lit firecrackers dancing on the ground. Each snap perked up her ears and ratcheted up her anxiety.

“Should I get out the leg straps?” One of the students asked.

The doctor looked at the patient, studying her face.

“Will you be able to keep your legs in the stirrups on your own?” He asked her, like a disappointed parent would ask a small child.

“Yes.” Helen whispered, not wanting to get in any more trouble.

“We can proceed without, for now.” The doctor replied. “If it becomes a problem we can alway strap them down later.” Helen wanted to avoid the leg straps at all costs.

“Given her…condition.” Another student asked, “Do we still need to use lube?”

Really? Helen thought to herself. Is it that much?

“Even though this patient doesn’t seem to need it, It is always good practice to use lube on the fingers going inside.” The doctor said, pointing to the tube of lube in the drawer. “I will be checking first to better understand her particular physiology, and then you will each get a chance.”

Like he really needs to check, Helen thought to herself. He’s had his fingers inside me hundreds of times. He just wants to finger me in front of a bunch of students. Wait, did he say they would each get a chance?

The doctor stepped up between the patient's legs, spread her labia with one hand, and inserted two dry fingers all the way in. Helen gasped at the sudden intrusion. She wished he had followed his own advice and used some lube. She watched his face as he reached around inside her. He placed his other hand on her lower tummy and squeezed her sensitive organs between his hands. He moved his hand around on her tummy, visibly pressing down in various areas. While the students could see him moving one hand on the outside they did not know for sure what he was doing on the inside. He said he was feeling for various parts of her anatomy, but in reality only she knew that he was just rubbing his two fingertips across her G-spot. Curling his fingers and stroking it over and over. He didn’t even look her in the eyes, but rather off in the distance as he spoke out loud to the class. She knew this was supposed to be their naughty little secret, that he was giving her pleasure while claiming to be checking her health. She hated that he was getting away with being so cruel to her, but she felt her body responding to his touch the way it always did. Her breathing was increasing, heart was racing, and that tingling was stirring inside. He knew exactly what he was doing.

After building her up for a while he abruptly withdrew his fingers and stepped back. It left her feeling on edge and suddenly empty. She was enjoying having his fingers inside her. It was the only good thing about this whole terrible ordeal.

As the doctor peeled his used gloves off, a student stepped up and took the position between her legs. He started by placing one hand on her thigh. While it may have been intended as a calming gesture, reassuring her of his gentle touch, Helen interpreted it as a seductive move. It felt like foreplay before the main event. It did not feel at all appropriate to be doing in front of others, especially her husband. The young man tried a few times to spread her labia, fumbling with her slippery folds, before finally finding the correct position and amount of pressure. Then the hand from her thigh found its way to her opening. A dry finger pushed in, wiggled for a bit then withdrew. Helen was relieved that it was over quickly. Then he pushed back inside, this time with two fingers. Hellen groaned to herself. He was really deep inside her. It stretched her opening, while also poking at the very sensitive area deep inside. It was a bit uncomfortable, but mostly due to his lack of experience. The student then started pressing down on her tummy while poking around inside. Helen winced, and gripped the edges of the table tightly. It didn’t seem like he was searching for anything, but rather trying to push her inside-out in all directions. Eventually he hit a combination of poking and pushing that pinched something tender in her abdomen that made Helen yelp out loud. She tensed her neck up and opened her eyes, glaring at the student. The student responded with a big smile, like he was happy to accomplish a difficult task. He withdrew his fingers from her vagina, and admired how slick they were with her creamy fluid.

Helen dropped her head down, and tried to regain her composure. One down, she thought, eleven more to go.

A handsome young student stepped up next. Helen thought he looked like one of those gifted and talented students that already reached their last year of medical school while still looking like they had just begun University. She tried not to think of their age difference. Again, with a dry glove, he worked two long fingers into her and began rooting around inside her like he had lost some coins in the bottom of a purse. It didn’t feel like he was searching for internal organs so much as he was sweeping all the surfaces. Back and forth, brushing past all the muscles and textures he could find. Occasionally he stroked her G-spot, but did not stay on it like her husband had done. Helen couldn’t tell what the young man was trying to do, but to her relief he decided he had explored enough and withdrew his fingers.

Helen let out a big breath, quietly celebrating to herself the small accomplishment of making it through student number two.

The next few students each took their turn, sliding their fingers into her, pushing around, exploring her insides, waiting for her to make a face or a sound as a signal, and then withdrawing. While she looked forward to the empty feeling each time they pulled out, her body was growing accustomed to having hands touching her down there. It was sort of nice being the center of attention. There was an actual line of young men waiting to touch her.

At first, when her husband had secretly played with her G-spot, Helen felt his touch was more sexual than instructional. It was inappropriately naughty, and highly embarrassing. But now she was beginning to suspect that some general arousal may be helping her, relaxing her, and most obviously making her juices flow. Instead of dreading the next student, Helen was almost looking forward to the next set of finger tips that would touch her, enter her, and indirectly stimulate her sweet spots.

She looked at the group to see who would be next. Once they entered her she let her imagination wander. As they handled and prodded her private space she wondered about their less than professional intentions. She imagined their own physical response to the situation. Helen began hoping these guys were getting erections while their fingers were inside her. If they were going to enjoy making her feel uncomfortable she would try to return the favor. She imagined a growing bulge in their pants, barely hidden by their lab coat.

Next it was the rugby player’s turn. His hands were huge. He looked down at her like a hungry man eyeing a hot meal. As he spread her labia he rested the side of his hand against her, pressing against her clit. Most students hovered their hand, and only used their fingertips to touch her. The rugby player pressed her clit and indirectly wiggled it side to side as his fingers tried to open her up. Then he pressed one thick finger into her tender hole. Even one of his fingers was a challenging size. Helen had tolerated the lack of lube for too long. She had to say something.

“Lube?” she whispered. “Please?”

“Oh, sorry.” He replied.

Helen couldn’t see it, but another student picked up the tube and proceeded to apply a comically large dose of lubricant to the rugby player’s finger. When he returned it to her body it was cooler, and very slippery. He worked it into her, rotating back and forth in an effort to distribute it all around.

Helen let out an audible breath that was half a thank you, and half an oh my goodness that’s a large.

The doctor showed a slight smile, watching this you man penetrate his wife. Unlike the others, the rugby player kept his other hand pressed against her clit and his fingers spreading her labia. It did not feel normal, but the pressure on her clit felt good. His sausage sized finger couldn’t move inside her without rubbing her g-spot. Again she felt that intimate tingling start to grow. If his fingers were this big, she thought, he must be quite well endowed. She imagined the bulge in his pants tenting forward, swelling and yearning to be inside her. A young athlete like him would probably fuck like a wild animal in heat. Oh, goodness. What am I doing? Helen emitted a slight moan. It was part pleasure, and part concern for where her mind was wandering. Either way, the rugby player took it as his signal and withdrew his thick finger.

Helen sighed. She was certainly going to revisit the memory of that guy later.

Next up was that devious young student who had pinched Helen’s nipple. Helen braced herself for another devious trick.

The young man applied a generous line of lube to each of two fingers, and then a third line of lube in the valley between the two fingers. No one really noticed that he alone probably used a quarter of the tube. He parted Helen’s labia on the first try, and gently inserted his two slender fingers. To Helen’s surprise the student was now very gentle. He turned his other hand so that the heel of his palm was on Helen’s clit, and his fingers reached up over her mons and onto Helen’s lower tummy. Inside, he began to gently stroke Helen’s G-spot. Long steady strokes, curling his fingers and drawing them forward, over and over. Helen quickly realized what the student was trying to do. He moved his fingers around on the outside,but this was all just for show for the others to see. He kept the heel of his palm firmly over Helen’s clit. With a steadily repeating rhythm he pressed her clit, gently kneading it like dough. Inside he did the same trick as her husband had done. All the inside attention was secretly focused on arousal. Helen began to grow nervous. She did not like being treated like someone’s personal play toy, but damn, this young man knew what he was doing. Against Helen’s own desires, that tingling feeling was back, and growing stronger than before. The steady repetition on both the outside and the inside formed a building of energy which Helen could not mentally control. The student was in charge now. It became clear to her that if the student was to continue, Helen would experience a tremendous orgasm, right there on the exam table in front of a dozen students and her husband. She didn’t know what to do. Her anxiety was now building at a pace to match her arousal. Helen focused on intentional breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Try not to cum. As Helen approached her tipping point she gripped the paper at the sides of the table.

“I...ah….” Helen managed to eek out.

The young student stopped moving, holding his hands still.

“Yes?” He asked. “Does that hurt?” The student knew he had Helen balanced right on the edge. He held his hands still, trying to keep Helen right on the precipice of full blown orgasm and serious humiliation. If either of them were to move it would be an unavoidable display.

As much as she did not want it to happen, Helen could tell that an orgasm after this whole ordeal would feel earth shatteringly wonderful. After all these students had toyed with her, and after knowing her husband was watching all the young men slide their fingers inside his wife, Helen insides were about to explode. She tried to justify letting it happen. It would be the ultimate humiliation, but it wouldn’t be her fault. How could anyone blame her when all these other people seemed to be working together to ramp her up. She didn’t really have a choice, she would have to follow where she was led.

Then Helen heard the door open. She couldn’t see who it was, but she saw her husband look over in that direction, and down at his watch.

“Well, class, we seemed to have come to the end of today's lab. Where does the time go?” He chuckled to himself rhetorically.

The young man slowly withdrew his fingers from Helen’s vagina, gently lifting them up as he did. This discretely wiped all the excess lube off his fingers and left as much as possible inside and around her well used opening.

With his eyes locked with Helen’s, he said, “Thank you for coming today. You may get dressed now.” The student backed up and rejoined the others.

“I hope today was informative.” The doctor proceeded to address the class. “We noticed facial clues, sounds, and obvious physical responses to the patient’s level of comfort.

While he was talking, Helen lifted her legs out of the stirrups, lowered her feet, and sat up.

“As usual,” he continued, “a copy of today’s lab video will be available in your student resources account online.”

Helen stood up and turned to reach for her clothes. As she did the crinkly paper followed along behind her, stuck to the wet skin along the bottom of her ass cheeks. The class looked and a few students snickered as she reached back to remove the paper from her crack.

“One final observation,” The doctor noted. “Patients usually prefer to redress alone, rather than with an audience.”

Helen pulled up her underwear, tightly hugging her slippery, wet vulva. She knew all this lube was going to linger with her for a while.

“After most exams you will leave the patient alone to redress in privacy.” He explained.

The students all watched as she pulled on her shirt and pants, stuffing her bra into her pocket.

“Thank you again for coming today.” The doctor said to the patient. “We look forward to seeing you again soon. The receptionist will help you sign out on the timesheet.”

Helen locked eyes with her husband one last time. He gave her a faint smile, and a look that let Helen know they would be talking more about all this later when they were home. Helen turned and walked towards the door. The receptionist met her with a most innocent smile as if this was just another business day as usual. As Helen left the room she heard the doctor talking to the class, “For next week I want you to read up on chapter twelve. We will be reviewing the different techniques for conducting colonoscopies both with and without….”

The door closed behind Helen. Her head was reeling. She followed the receptionist down the hall, trying to process both the humiliating dread of having to be a training patient for 48 more sessions, and the intense horniness she was left with after all those students explored her body. That familiar damp squish was returning full force inside her panties. She couldn’t wait to get home, take a shower, and change into something clean. All those young men had put their hands on her and inside her. They had touched and prodded and squeezed her most private places. She felt like a used toy, and she expected her husband was going to have some strong urges when he got home. When she reached her car Helen had a change of heart. Maybe she would skip the shower. She wanted to enjoy this slippery feeling a while longer. She looked forward to telling her husband how close she was to cumming in class, and couldn’t wait to share her messy condition with him.