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**WARNING:  This story contains sexual themes of an adult nature.  If yu are
under 18, offended by such material, or such material is illegal in your
jurisdiction, DON NOT READ ANY FURTHER.**


CAROL'S RECTAL THERAPY, Part 2  (NEW Conclusion)

Tom soon returned with an armful of implements Carol recognized as spanking
items.  Tom carefully laid them out on the dresser to Carol's right:  a
varnished wooden paddle, a wide, black, oiled razor strop, a Ping-Pong paddle,
a hairbrush and a black sports-type glove.

"Now, Carol, you have a total of twenty demerits, isn't that right?" Butch
asked as Tom looked on from the side, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Yes, Sir," Carol replied in her small voice.  She knew what was coming, as she
had been submitting to her father's spankings for years.  But she knew these
spankings would be MUCH different.

"Then you will receive two spanks per demerit.  This is a rather lenient
punishment, but only because it's your first time.  In the future, you can
expect up to five spanks per demerit, since you'll be expected to know better.
Do you understand?" Butch inquired.

Carol closed her eyes and inhaled deeply before letting out a "Yes, Sir," with
an outrush of breath.

While this interrogation went on, Top moved to Carol's breasts with two shiny
metal nipple clamps with black hard rubber tips on the alligator jaws.  Carol
noticed that there was a short, thin chain attaching the clips together.  He
reached forward and grabbed her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger
and twirled it obscenely until it hardened nicely....then applied the clamp to
the area just below the nipple proper, where it met the areola.  Carol let out
a little squeal and flinched, but Tom held her down at mid-chest.  When she
stopped squirming, he applied the other clamp to her left nipple in the same
fashion.  He loved seeing her nipples rise to his touch, and enjoyed seeing the
grimace of pain as he applied the clamps.

"Open your mouth, Carol," Tom ordered.  When she did, he inserted the loop of
the chain and made her bite down on it.  "I want you to keep this chain in your
mouth at all times during your punishment.  If you let it go, you will be
punished even more severely."  Carol noticed that the chair was just the right
length so that if she moved her head in any direction even slightly that it
would cause the clamps to pull on her nipples, inflicting her own special form
of pain.

After checking the chain and satisfied it was tight enough, Butch nodded to
Tom, who picked up the hairbrush.  Carol's eyes followed his every move as he
went to the end of the bed where her legs were spread high and wide in a V,
which had the added effect of separating her pert little buttocks.

"I will administer the first ten spanks with this hairbrush on your bare
bottom.  I expect you to hold still and take them like a big girl," Tom stated
flatly.

SMAAACKKKK!!  The hairbrush landed on her left cheek with a sharp crack,
causing her to jump and strain against her bonds.

SMAAACKKKK!!  The second brought an anguished "OOOOOHHHH!!!" from the hapless
girl, and she wiggled and squirmed some more.  She really noticed that each
time she flinched the nipple clamps were duplicating the punishment she
received on her bottom.

"I told you I wanted you perfectly still for your spanking, Miss.  Do you want
to earn extra spanks?" Tom inquired.

"I...I'm trying...really!   It...it just hurts so much..."  she stammered out
through clenched teeth.

The remaining eight strokes were given on alternating cheeks and Carol held as
still as she could despite the stinging sensation of her posterior.

As Tom finished his ten, Butch retrieved the wooden paddle, which Carol now
noticed had a line of 1/4" holes down the center.  He approached the same
position as Tom had just held, extended his arm and measured his swing, holding
the paddle against her pink buns.  Without saying a word, he swung back and
brought the wood to meet her flesh with a loud SPLAT!

"OWWWW!!!"  She really struggled on that one!

"Tom, I think you're going to have to hold her still for me.  Otherwise, we'll
be here all night," Butch said.  Tom eagerly moved to Carol's left side and sat
down on the bed beside her.  He placed his hands on either side of her pelvis
and pushed down, holding her down on the bed.  He nodded to Butch to continue.

SPLAATTT!!!  SPLAATTT!!!

The paddle landed ten times, with Carol crying now, but remaining still, helped
by Tom's big hands.  At this midway point, both Butch and Tom decided to
inspect her cheeks to assess the effects of her punishment.  Tom knelt between
her legs and spread her buttocks, exposing her little pink hole.  Her cheeks
were rosy red by now, but the cleft between her globes was still white....the
only place her spankings didn't reach.  Butch reached over and ran his fingers
up and down her smooth pussy lips, noticing that they were slightly flushed and
puffy...a sure sign of arousal.  He slowly parted her lips, and immediately he
saw her insides were pink and quite wet.  His fingers slipped in ever so
slightly, just enough to wet the tips.  Then he ran those slick fingers over
her swollen little bud, making her raise her hips to meet his fingers.  

"Have you every had an orgasm, Carol?" Butch asked, studying her face closely.
Her humiliation was readily apparent, and she blushed deeply.

"No...never.  I've only read about that, and heard what other girls have told
me," she replied, careful not to let the nipple clamp chain fall from her
teeth.

"As your doctor, I'm going to have to test your responses to make sure your
body is functioning normally," Butch told her.  "But that's for later.  We have
to give you the rest of your punishment right now."  He let his fingers leave
her sex, which caused a moan from the young girl.

He told Tom to unstrap her from the bed and turn her over.  Tom quickly undid
the restraints, turning the bare girl face-down.  He grabbed the two pillows
from the head of the bed and told her to raise her hips.  When she did, he
slipped the pillows under her pubic area, adjusting them so her spanking target
was raised high in the air.  Without further instruction from Butch, he spread
her legs wide, exposing her thighs, anus and pussy.  He told her to grab the
head of the bed and hold on tight.  He took a position at her feet and grabbed
her ankles in order to keep her from closing her legs.  God, what a view of a
teenage girl!  Spread open, vulnerable...a sight he often imagined, but never
thought he would ever see for real.

Butch now had the black strap in his hands, folded in half.  He took a position
to Carol's left and let the folded strap end lightly tickle her thighs.  

THWWAAACCKK!!!  Carol jumped as the strap landed squarely across both exposed
cheeks.

THWWAAACCKK!!!  Again the strap landed, causing her to exhale sharply at the
sting.  Tom had to use considerable strength to keep her legs apart and flat on
the bed.  She kept grabbing the headboard, though, more to absorb the pain of
the strap than because she feared more spanking.

Finally the last of the series of ten lashes ended, with her moaning and
breathing hard, glad this was nearing the end.  She knew that after this,
nothing either of the doctors could do during any future examinations would be
as bad as this.  She vowed right then  never to hesitate or disobey their
instructions again.

Butch put down the strap and nodded to Tom, who released Carol's ankles.  

"Go ahead and rub your bottom if you want.  Only one last series to go," Tom
told her.  Carol reached back and rubbed her smarting bottom furiously as she
rolled on the bed, still face down.  

Tom had pulled a straight back chair into the middle of the room and sat down.
Butch took the girl by the wrist and helped her off the bed, leading her over
to Tom.

"Your last ten spanks will be given over Doctor Tom's lap.  He will wear this
leather glove to spank you with.  You've done remarkably well so far.  I expect
you to take these last spanks like a big, brave girl, OK?" Butch lectured.
Carol just nodded slightly in order not to pull on the chain too much, and
lowered her head in shame as she allowed herself to be positioned over Tom's
lap.  Tom adjusted her bottom so it was directly below his chin, then hooked
his right leg over both of hers to prevent her from kicking and thrashing
about.  Butch went to her head and took both of her wrists in his hands and
extended them straight out toward him as he knelt in front of her.  This would
prevent her from reaching back to block the spanks as well as afford him a
clear view of the expressions on her face.

Carol could hear the little noises of Tom pulling on the glove and the Velcro
strap being tightened around his wrist.  His hand lay across the crack of her
ass for a second before it disappeared.  Then...

SMAACKKK!!  "That's one," intoned Tom.

SMAACKKK!!  "Two."

SMAACKKK!!   "Three," Tom counted aloud.

And so it went.  With every spank, Butch watched as Carol's face scrunched up
and she grunted, absorbing the force on her already sensitized cheeks.  He held
her hands firmly, not letting her pull away even a little bit.

Spank number ten finally delivered, Butch let go of her hands and helped her up
and off Tom's lap.  He led her over to the bed and commanded her to get down in
the knee-chest position and spread her knees.  She looked at him with fear of
another spanking in her eyes, but he told her the spankings were over, and they
would now inspect the results.  Carol obediently assumed the required position
on the bed, as she felt both men's hands roaming over her hot, hurt flesh.
They rubbed, felt, probed and squeezed, all the while commenting on how red her
bottom was in contrast to her light, wispy hair "down there."  She was
mortified at being looked at this way by two strange men, but she remembered
her father's orders and the punishment she'd just received and held her tongue.

"Well, Carol, I'm happy to say there's no real injury to your bottom.  That
wasn't our intent.  We just had to get your attention and let you know we're
very serious about your treatment, and we don't expect any further resistance
from you," Butch explained.  "Tom's going to apply some Aloe lotion with
Vitamin E now, which will make you feel better soon.  You'll be a little sore
for awhile, but that will go away."

Tom slowly began spreading the cool lotion over Carol's taut globes as she
moaned with relief.  The coolness took away most of the sting, and the
sensation of Tom's hand moving her flesh in little circles made her relax.  In
fact, she realized with a little trepidation, she was actually liking this
treatment.  Her head buried in her arms, she began thinking about how many
girls would envy her being naked with two handsome young men.

"How does that feel now, Carol?" Tom asked.

"Better, Sir," she sighed.  But she didn't know what was yet to come, and that
made her nervous.

Butch undid the nipple clamps, which caused Carol to sag with relief as the
release of pressure allowed circulation to resume in her little nipples.

"Now, are you going to be a good girl for us and let us complete your
examination?"  This time it was Butch speaking.  As Tom helped her up off the
bed, her rosy red cheeks clearly visible, she nodded her head 'yes' and hung
her head, embarrassed at her predicament.

"Good.  Then let's get you back to the examination room for your enema," Butch
said with a smile.

'An ENEMA?' she thought.  She immediately tensed, then remembered her bowel
problem.  Maybe this is what I really need, she thought, knowing she had denied
her problem all this time.

The three of them walked the short length of the hallway to the treatment room,
Butch in the lead and Tom bringing up the rear.  Tom maneuvered himself into
taking up the rear, where he could hang back and watch Carol's young nether
cheeks shift back and forth as she walked.  What a fine sight to behold!

Upon their entry into the exam room, Carol was instructed to lie face-down on
the exam table.  Butch placed his hands between her thighs and spread her legs
apart, opening her to his intended treatment.  Carol could hear water running
in the adjacent bathroom and could detect a faint smell of soap or detergent.
She knew what was coming and couldn't help but clench her anus in a figurative
attempt to protect herself from this newest violation of her most private
parts.

As Tom came back into the room, she turned and saw nothing else in the room but
the big red bulging bag with the pink hose and large black nozzle he was
carrying.  Her eyes followed his every move as he hung the bag on the IV stand
next to her.  She felt something going on at her ankles and realized that Butch
was strapping ankle cuffs on her, and was securing them to the table somehow.
Her wrists were next, and before she knew it, her arms were extended out in
front of her and splayed, fastened to either side of the head of the table in
front of her.

"Please...Doctor...do you have to tie me down for this?" she pleaded.

"Yes, Carol, we do.  You're going to have a large cleansing enema before we can
perform a more detailed rectal examination, and we can't have you squirming or
resisting in any way," said Tom.

Butch was spreading her buttocks apart with his fingers now, inspecting her
little brown target to be sure it was clear to receive the nozzle.  Placing a
dab of KY on his index finger, he touched its coolness to the center of her
hole and waited for her first clenching reflex to subside before he pushed the
tip of his finger past her first, then second anal sphincters.  As she relaxed,
he slid his finger all the way up...deep inside her rectum, and proceeded to
lubricate her lower canal thoroughly.  Carol had her head buried on the table
the best she could, trying to escape this continuing humiliation.  Her little
breasts were flattened against the crinkly white paper covering the leather
cushion of the table, and her nipples were hardening from the added sensation
of a cute man's finger in her bare bottom.

After what seemed like an hour, Butch's finger was withdrawn.  She felt his
hands spread her buttocks wide as Tom finished greasing up the black
mushroom-tipped nozzle and inserted it into her backside. In, in, in the nozzle
went until it was buried to its five-inch hilt.

"I'm going to begin the flow now, Carol.  Just hold still and tell me if you
feel any discomfort," said Tom.  She heard a click and began to feel warmth
spreading through her lower bowels, then up a bit further.  The pressure built
slowly, and she thought this wasn't as bad as she had anticipated.  After a few
minutes, though, her lower abdomen had become swollen and the cramps started.

"Please stop...it hurts," she whimpered, rocking her hips from side to side.

Tom stopped the flow and Butch reached under her and massaged her tummy until
she indicated the cramps had subsided.

"You've taken only a little over a quart, Carol," Tom announced.  "You have
another quart to go.  Now hold still and take it like a big girl."

She heard the awful click again, and more pressure began.  It built slowly
until she was just about to cry out again.  Then she heard the click again.

"There, that's the whole bag.  You did quite well for your first time, Carol,"
Butch said to her.  "We're going to have you hold it for a few minutes to give
it time to work inside you."

She felt the nozzle being slipped out of her rectum, only to be quickly
replaced by something soft and tapered, but larger around.

"I put a butt plug in your bottom to help you hold the enema.  When we let you
up to release, I'll take it out for you over the toilet," Butch explained.

Carol lay on the table in her enforced position and held her enema.  It was
quite a struggle for the small, young girl, but she did the best she could.
She began moaning and trying to kick her feet against the table after about
five minutes, whereupon Doctors Tom and Butch began unfastening her from the
exam table.

"OK, off to the toilet with you," Butch said as they hustled her on wobbly legs
to the bathroom.

Butch had her squat over the toilet while he reached between her legs and
worked the butt plug loose, then told her to sit on the toilet and expel. 
Immediately there was a rush of water, and an accompanying sigh of relief from
Carol.  Only after she began to feel better did she realize that she had never
gone to the toilet in front of anyone else, much less a man, since she was a
toddler.  Even though Tom and Butch had left her alone to finish after her
first forceful expulsion, she felt her face growing hot with the embarrassment
of what they had seen her do.

After about fifteen minutes on the toilet, she got up and cleaned herself
thoroughly with the washcloth provided for her.  Satisfied that she was once
again presentable, she slowly walked back into the exam room.  She was actually
getting used to being naked in front of the two fully-clothed young men.

"OK, young lady, hop up on the table.  We have to do a quick gynecological
examination before we do some more extensive rectal inspections," Butch
announced.

Carol, who had been standing there with one arm covering her little breasts and
one trying to cover her young pussy, hesitantly plopped herself up on the cold
exam table.  She noticed that there was new, clean crinkly white paper beneath
her.

Tom began adjusting some metal arms at the foot of the table that had shiny,
smooth curved tops.  As soon as they were fixed so they were vertically
perpendicular to the table, Butch put his hand on Carol's shoulder and told her
to lie on her back.  She obeyed, quickly stretching herself out full-length
with her head on the little white cushion.  Tom, who was standing at her feet,
motioned her toward him, saying, "Slide your butt down toward me, Carol. 
That's it, right to the end of the table.  Now let's get your legs up into
these stirrups, OK?"

Carol did as she was told.  She quickly realized that Tom was now strapping her
legs into the stirrups so she couldn't move them.  Butch had taken her wrists,
which still had the cuffs attached, and was tying each one to the corner of the
exam table above her head.  She found herself stretched out with her arms
extended over her head and her bottom pushed out at the end of the table, legs
splayed wide.

Both doctors now began to don the latex exam gloves.  First pulling them on
tight, they snapped them at the cuffs and the proceeded to flex their fingers
to get the translucent coverings to fit tightly.

Butch sat on a stool right between her legs, which put his eyes on a level with
her crotch.  He slowly parted her pussy lips to get a good look at this
eighteen-year-old's genitals, and noticed that she was pretty moist.  He
smiled, wondering if he would ever bring her to the point where she would be
begging him to do this to her. Tom, meanwhile, watched what Butch was doing,
but glanced up occasionally to observe Carol's hardening nipples.

When Butch was done with the external exam, he was ready to perform his manual
examination of her pussy.

"I'm going to insert my fingers into your vagina now, Carol.  It seems you're
wet enough so I won't be needing any KY," he smirked.  "Have you gotten this
wet with any boys yet?"

She was embarrassed by her wetness, and his questioning just added to it.  She
knew that to hesitate would bring more punishment, so she immediately replied,
"Only once, Sir."  She turned her face to the side to escape their gaze.

Tom dutifully reached over and parted her lips as Butch inserted first one,
then two of his fingers into her female opening.  The light hairs guarding her
privates did not present any obstacle to the insertion, and in one smooth
motion Butch was inside all the way.  She could feel him moving his fingers
around, with his thumb brushing her clit.  She began to feel some familiar
sensations when he did that, and despite herself, tried to bring her hips up to
meet his fingers.  When he had withdrawn his fingers, she saw Tom hand him a
shiny instrument that looked like pliers, only with long wide jaws at right
angles.

"This is a speculum.  It's used to dilate you so I can see clearly up inside
you," Butch explained.  "But it's a small one, so I won't open it very wide and
destroy your hymen.  After all, we want to make sure you still remain a
virgin."  As he spoke, he opened and closed the petals of the speculum to
illustrate.

Tom dutifully squirted a liberal glob of KY onto the speculum and spread it all
over.  Butch aimed the instrument dead center at her pussy opening while Tom
once again spread her outer lips apart.  The cold metal touching her inner lips
made Carol flinch, but the instrument was inserted without a hitch and turned
handle-down before being squeezed and locked open.  

"Ooooh," she breathed as the widening pressure increased.  Carol felt SO
exposed now, and it was made even worse that two young men were looking into
her body...a place where no one had ever looked before.

As the speculum was being adjusted, Tom shook down a large rectal thermometer.
He handed it to Butch, who deftly slipped it into Carols rectum without waiting
for her anus to unclench.  Carol wriggled on the table at the feel of the cold
glass tube being inserted.

She felt their fingers prodding and probing, occasionally sliding over her
clitoris, and one time sliding back the little hood of skin covering the little
pink bud.  She was experiencing feelings now that she had never experienced
before.  Kind of like butterflies in her tummy, but multiplied by a factor of
100!

After probing and stretching her for awhile, Tom and Butch discussed their
findings.

"We don't see any problem in front here, Carol.  We didn't think we would, but
we had to be sure.  We're going to have to check your bottom now and zero in on
your rectal problems," Tom explained.  First the thermometer was removed (with
Tom reporting a finding of 99.6F, or normal), then the speculum slid out,
letting her pussy lips plop back into their normal shape.

Tom had been lubricating his gloved middle finger, and had taken over Butch's
position between Carol's legs.

"While I have you in this position, I'm going to perform a preliminary rectal
exam.  Then we'll turn you over for a more complete examination," said Tom in a
low voice.

'Oh, no!,' thought Carol.  'Not this!  Anything but this!'  She was truly
mortified!

Tom's left hand spread her little cheeks apart, just below where the speculum
had just been.  The touch of the cold KY on her brown rosebud caused her to
tense for a second, and as soon as she relaxed, Tom had the tip of his finger
pushed into her.  He let it remain there motionless for a few seconds to let
her get used to it, then he gradually slid it all the way up until his knuckles
pressed against the flesh of her bare bottom cheeks.  He looked up at her face,
and noticed that her eyes were closed, her head was back, and she was biting
her lower lip.  He could also see that she had her toes curled downward.  He
liked that reaction, and he spent a few minutes twisting his finger around,
pulling it out and pushing it in, as he savored the tightness on his finger.
Reluctantly, he withdrew his finger and peeled off his glove.

"I think I felt something inside there, young lady.  We're definitely going to
have to take a closer look," he told Carol.  "Let's get these straps off you
and get you turned over."

Carol didn't know what to think now.  She was already thoroughly humiliated,
and knew worse was yet to come.  But she wanted to avoid another punishment
session at all costs.

Carol obediently turned over onto her tummy and waited for further
instructions.

"Get up on your knees and put your head down on the table.  You can rest your
head on your arms if you're more comfortable," Tom said.  "Come on back down
towards the end of the table here...that's it."

Once she was in position, Tom helped her spread her knees apart, leaving her
pussy pooched out toward him and her anus clearly visible between the two
quivering cheeks.  Butch placed a wide black leather strap over her arms and
buckled her wrist cuffs to it.  Another strap was placed over her lower legs,
and another was attached to ankle cuffs to hold her feet in place at either
side of the table.  Butch went around checking each strap for tightness, made a
few adjustments, then nodded to Tom that their patient was firmly secured.

"The straps will help hold you in place for me," Tom explained.  "But I need
you to keep your butt high in the air, and hold still."

Carol arched her back a little and pushed her buns out as far as she
comfortably could while lowering her chest so her nipples were just barely
touching the clean white paper below her.

Tom was obviously going to be in charge of her rectal exam, as a follow-up to
the one Butch conducted when she first entered their "clinic."  He began
smearing KY all over the index and middle fingers of his right hand, then put
his left hand on her lower back.

"I'm going to insert my fingers into your bottom hole, Carol.  I want you to
remain still and tell me if anything hurts," he instructed.

She felt the cold glob touch her brown puckered hole and reflexively clenched
her sphincter shut.  Once she relaxed, Tom inserted his middle finger slowly
into her orifice, twisting it to and fro as he pushed it inside.  After feeling
around with no complaints from Carol, he withdrew his finger, then reinserted
both his index and middle fingers.  This brought a groan from Carol as her anus
was being stretched wider than before.

"Any pain, Carol?" Tom inquired, as Butch held her buttocks apart.

"N...no, Sir.  It just feels very full, that's all," she replied in a muffled
voice, her face still buried self-consciously in her arms.

Tom felt around inside, flexing his fingers.  His left hand had gone to her
lower abdomen and slipped between her legs, and his fingers were now cradling
her clit.  He decided to test her reactions under these circumstances, so he
rubbed her clit back and forth with his slippery fingers until she began
wiggling her hips and pushing back against his fingers.  He and Butch exchanged
knowing glances; but her first real orgasm would have to wait until the end.

"I have to check your muscle tone, Carol.  I want you to bear down on my
fingers like you're going to the bathroom, OK?  Try to push my fingers out,"
Tom told her.

As Butch watched, Carol clenched her anus around Tom's fingers, trying to push
them out.  Tom made her repeat the exercise several times before he issued a
new command.

"All right.  Now I want you to try to suck my fingers inside you."

This was a new feeling for Carol, and she clenched and tightened her anus until
she got the feeling of trying to pull his fingers inside.  After several
attempts at this, she was told to relax, as Tom withdrew his fingers.  They
both could see her pussy was positively dripping now.

"Your muscle tone seems to be normal," he said with a sigh as he wiped the KY
from his fingers with an alcohol-soaked gauze dressing.  "We're just going to
look up inside you to see if there's anything visible that could be causing
your problems."

Butch handed Tom a pre-lubricated rectal speculum, which resembled a set of
reverse pliers; in other words, they spread apart as you squeezed the handles.
The jaws were the same shape as the vaginal speculum, only smaller.

Tom aimed for the center of her pink target and slowly pushed the speculum
inside.  When it was seated, he slowly squeezed the handles until her anus was
wide open and adjusted the set-screw to hold her open.  He aimed the beam of a
small penlight into her rectum and looked around.  To help him see the lower
rectal walls better, he inserted a dental inspection mirror, which tickled
Carol when it brushed the sides of her outer anal sphincter.  Every time the
mirror or its shiny metal handle touched her anal opening, she flinched and
sighed.  The mirror was soon replaced by a long-stem cotton swab, with which he
poked and prodded her insides.  As a parting experiment, he played the tip of
the swab around her exposed anal opening.  This brought a moan from Carol,
apparently creating sensations she never knew existed before.  Butch and Tom
smiled.  The swab was left inside as the speculum was withdrawn, leaving the
little wooden stick poking out of her little hole.  Tom knew she probably
couldn't feel the thin swab inside.  Once she seemed to relax, Tom took the
swab and twirled it with his fingers as he swiftly extracted it from her
rectum.  This brought an immediate twitch and a sigh from the captive teenager.

"There's one more test we have to give you before we let you rest, Carol,"
Butch said.  "We know your treatment here in our little clinic has aroused you.
 You can't hide it from your doctors.  We feel it's our duty to show a young,
inexperienced girl like you what a real orgasm is like.  It will not only teach
you a few things, but may make your bowel problems less severe."

Carol stiffened at the mention of the word "orgasm."  'Good girls don't do
this,' she thought.  'What if anyone found out? Could I get pregnant from this?
 How could I do this in front of men?'  A jumble of thought shot rapidly
through her mind.  Before she knew it, she felt hands on her lower groin area
again.

(Concluded in Part 3)


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