My Forbidden First Time on the Exam Table: Shattering Innocence
The examination room smelled of antiseptic and fresh gel. Heart hammering, I lay on the cold table, Morgane, 35, married mom, secretary to my gastro boss. Finistère chill outside, but inside, sweat beaded my skin. He’d tested the new 3D ultrasound on my belly first. Pulled up my top, down my pants. String peeked, bra…