PART FOUR ONLY - REAL MEDIA VERSION - Delila's medical credentials are a bit thin. At best, her formal title should read Dr. Delila DDB—doctor of Deviant and Decadent Behavior. However, she's definitely an expert in the “physical examination” of a female body. And with three heavenly feminine forms in the same examination room, it's a busy day. Christina gets the most attention but the other ladies are not ignored. Their boobs get mauled and properly fondled. Tit nipples are tweaked and smooth, soft, inner thighs get stroked repeatedly. The scent of estrogen drives Delila near the pinnacle of ...

PART FOUR ONLY - REAL MEDIA VERSION - Delila's medical credentials are a bit thin. At best, her formal title should read Dr. Delila DDB—doctor of Deviant and Decadent Behavior. However, she's definitely an expert in the “physical examination” of a female body. And with three heavenly feminine forms in the same examination room, it's a busy day. Christina gets the most attention but the other ladies are not ignored. Their boobs get mauled and properly fondled. Tit nipples are tweaked and smooth, soft, inner thighs get stroked repeatedly. The scent of estrogen drives Delila near the pinnacle of maximum feminine pleasure. But maybe just one more girl will “get her off?” The obedient, mind-slaves Muffy and Buffy are sent out once again and dutifully return with girl number 4. She's a stunning young, innocent beauty named Ludella. The girl has a head full of striking red hair, done up into a gorgeously long braid. She has the most splendidly firm, round, high-riding ass and succulent, fully formed, jostling tits to just for. She's all girl from head to toe and Delila is most pleased. Ludella is led into the room, jumped immediately, pinned against the wall then to the floor. She's stripped, mocked, gagged and placed with the others. This quartet of captured cunts is a spectacle to behold. Four girls, all of them once proud, prick teaser pussies, have been reduced to nothing more than whimpering, whining, twisting twats--girls who wallow in their helplessness and beg with muffled grunts and pitiful moans to please be released. Dream on ladies! It ain't gonna' happen girls!