<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Dr. Jackson Rogers, thoroughly examining Bambi Martin in Bed 11</strong></span><br/><br/>Jackson laughed and smirked at his endearingly simpleminded patient as she assumed a position which wasn't strictly medically necessary, but which he wasn't going to ask her to modify. He felt himself straining almost painfully in his scrub pants at her pose, with anticipation, and all the bad but fun ideas he was getting.<br/><br/><strong>"I wouldn't want to have to do anything that could get you in trouble honey,"</strong>he said reasonably truthfully, thinking<em>but plenty that could get me in trouble,</em><strong>"but let's see what that sinister gentleman on the plane shoved up your ass without you noticing. That's a shame really, I'd thought you'd be very tight and sensitive back there. Oh well, I guess you won't feel a thing then,"</strong>he winked down at her as he pushed down her pajama pants and slapped her rump appreciatively with a squeeze.<br/><br/><strong>"Can you take a slow, deep breath for me please, Bambi?"</strong>the aroused doctor asked, rolling a cold dollop of lube over her anus and gently working it in with his fingertip. No, he wouldn't use the other hand to finger her, at least for now, he told himself. He'd tie it behind his back if necessary, he figured, straining in his underpants as he bent over his patient, shining a light on her ass as his finger pushed in deeper, worked in and out, and he added another finger along with more medical Vaseline. Fuck it. Who was to say this wasn't part of the procedure? He'd never done it<em>medically</em>before. Jackson pushed and wiggled his fingers deeper, feeling her now slippery rectum for foreign objects and aching to insert one in there himself.<br/><br/><strong>"Spread your thighs a little further for me ba... mbi,"</strong>he growled in her ear, poking out his tongue as his left, ungloved hand sawed over her vulva and nudged them further apart.<strong>"And push back on my fingers. Good girl."</strong>The fingers of his right hand slipped in and out of her bowel, deeper each time and working her open as the hand on her sex encouraged her to stay more or less still, or at least squirm in the right direction, with strategically placed fingers.<strong>"Ever been with a black man before, Bambi?"</strong>he asked conversationally as his ungloved hand pushed forth a finger on a little vaginal cavity search of its own.<br/><br/>Finally, Doctor Rogers found what he was looking for. He gripped the knotted neck of what definitely felt like a balloon lodged deep in Bambi's butthole. Struggling for purchase with slippery gloved fingers, he eventually managed to tug it out of her. Exposed to the outside air, the warm, sausage-shaped balloon leaked a tiny trickle of white powder. Jackson caught it on his non-gloved hand and licked it.<br/><br/>His hand tasted of pussy, and the gasoline tang of cocaine. It reminded him of his days in college.<strong>"Whatever this is, I'm sure it ain't good for you, and you're not supposed to take it on a plane,"</strong>he said theatrically, practically bursting out of his fly as he pocketed the balloon for safe keeping and extensive testing by a medical professional, after discreetly patching the little tear with a piece of surgical tape.<br/>