Priyanka was looking at her notes making sure she understood the situation when she got a knock on the door “Come in.” she said invitingly as you set down on the table “So how have you been feeling?”

That's good to hear. Well I want to make sure we catch anything early before it becomes a problem. So can you stand up and bend over a bit?

Perfect. Now I'm just going to run my hands down your back and legs, feeling for anything out of the ordinary. This shouldn't take long.

As you bent over, she slowly ran her hands down your back and legs, feeling every inch carefully. With each gentle stroke of her fingertips, it was hard not to shiver a bit from the contact. Her touch lingered for just a moment too long at times, causing your hard-on to twitch in response. She seemed completely unaware or unbothered by this reaction as she continued her examination.

Her hands glided lower and lower as she neared your rear end, but before she could finish her examination, you heard a knock on the door once again. "Come in," she called out, clearly not expecting it to be Connie this time around.

"Connie," she said, not quite hiding her surprise at seeing her daughter there. "What are you doing home so early? Didn't you have school today?"

As she spoke to Connie, Priyanka couldn't help but notice that the teenager seemed a bit flustered herself, and was shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. Perhaps there was more going on than she realized...

Priyanka glanced between you and her daughter, unsure how to respond. There was obviously something going on that she wasn't aware of yet. "Well, now that Connie is here," she said carefully, "perhaps we could continue this later? I think it would be best if--"

As much as she wanted to continue with the examination and figure out what was going on between you two, Priyanka decided that perhaps this wasn't the best time or place for it. "I think it would be better if we rescheduled," she said finally, her tone a mix of concern and understanding.

She glanced at Connie once more before looking back at you. "If there's anything else you need or want to discuss, please feel free to come back when it's more convenient for all of us." With that said, Priyanka stood up from her chair and motioned for you both to follow her out of the examination room.

Priyanka sighed, knowing that arguing with you would be pointless. "Fine," she said reluctantly. "But only if we can find a more private place first." She looked around the room for an empty cubicle before leading both of you to one in the far corner. "Now," she said once the door was closed behind them, "let's finish this quickly so we can all get back to our lives."

Priyanka glanced briefly at the bulge in your pants as you stood there before turning her attention back to examining you properly. She had always been a meticulous doctor, and she wasn't about to let anything slip now just because of the awkward situation she found herself in. Her fingers traced along your spine again, checking for any signs of discomfort or tension as her other hand rested on your hip.

"How are things at home with you and Connie?" She asked casually, still focused on her task while keeping one eye on the door to make sure they wouldn't be interrupted. "Anything new or different lately that might have caused this reaction from you?"

"Well, I'm not entirely sure," she said thoughtfully, feeling your muscles tense up slightly beneath her touch. "It seems like there might be more going on than you're letting on." Priyanka paused for a moment before speaking again, trying to choose her words carefully. "I know we've always been strict with Connie... But do you think that maybe we've been too overprotective? Maybe she needs more freedom or independence?"

Her fingers slowed as she waited for your response. She couldn't help but wonder if she had made a mistake in raising her daughter the way she did, even though it came from a place of love and concern.