These past few days, I'd been quite distracted. Every night before sleeping, the scene from the examination kept replaying in my mind, and the warm touch of Jeremy's long, distinct fingers seemed to linger on my body.
Ever since that examination, I didn't know if it was just my imagination, but my body's reactions had been noticeably more intense than before. Over the past couple of nights, I'd found myself thinking about Jeremy while masturbating...
This week felt unusually long, and I was growing a bit anxious. The scheduled surgery time had arrived, and my husband was quite excited, but I knew he was only thinking about himself, not me.
We returned to Jeremy's private clinic, and this time, my feelings were completely different from the last time.
Jeremy was not wearing a mask today
