There were lots of patients during the morning and in the afternoon.
The last one is here at last.
My assistant dentist went home early and I was left with the guard outside.
As the patient entered, I was stunned by his looks. Well built torso, stunning hazel eyes, nice hair that looks so soft to touch, muscled arms, and a satiny face with a bright smile.
"What's for you today?"
"Just a clean-up, Doc. I just want my teeth sparkling clean, I guess."
"Okay, let's start."
He sat down at the reclining chair. And while I took all the necessary tools, I can sense he is looking at me from head to toe. While I moved, adjusting the chair, turning on the faucet for his water, and clipping on his dental bib, his hands would slightly touch my butt or my boobs. I felt awkward, but my senses woke
