The next day, the palace was bustling with activity as Doctor Damu, an elderly physician with a wealth of experience, arrived to check on Uncle Deva. He was a kind and gentle man, known for his wisdom, mischevious, naughty old man.
“Good morning, my lady,” Doctor Damu greeted me warmly as he entered the room, his eyes twinkling behind his spectacles. “I hear there’s some concern about Uncle Deva’s health, but I think I’ll check on everyone while I’m here.”
I nodded politely, stepping aside so he could examine Uncle Deva. As he worked, I noticed the doctor’s gentle, yet keen attention to detail. His movements were slow and careful, his hands steady despite his age.
After a thorough check-up on Uncle Deva, Doctor Damu turned to me. “Now, my lady,” he said, with a smile that showed both kindness and a bit of playfulness, “let me make sure you’re feeling well too. I do recommend a quick check-up, just to be thorough.”
I raised an eyebrow, amused by the idea. “Of course, Doctor,” I said, smiling. “It seems you’re not one to miss an opportunity for a thorough diagnosis!”
The doctor chuckled softly as he gently placed his stethoscope on my bare sexy back and my two busty bossoms, the cool metal sending a shiver down my spine. He oogled my large bossoms. "Look how developed you are, so volumptous at such a young age," he said. He asked me to breathe while he rested his hands on my boobs. He gently caressed my cleavage line.
He moved my saree pallu off my body exposing my boobs better. "Quite the view," he said.
He pulled my saree pleats 6 inches below my navel. My tummy bounced up. He placed his metal cold stethoscope on my navel.
He pinched my hips. "Does this hurt?" He asked. "Ahh, a little," I replied at his cold touch.
He circled my navel opening with his cold finger. "How does this feel?" He asked. I enjoyed his soft touch. "Nice," I replied. His acts grew bolder. He massaged my hips with both his hands. His old grey beard dangled in my navel hole. I laughed. "Why are you laughing?" He asked. "You're beard is tickling my navel," I replied. "Oh," he said purposely letting more of his beard into my navel. We shared laughs.
He asked me to put my hands above my head stretching out my navel for him to see.
