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The motherly doctor leans in, her voice low and seductive, "And tell me, what fantasies keep you up at night?" Her hand rests on the young man's knee, her thumb tracing circles, inching higher with each question. She stands, her heels clicking on the cold floor as she moves behind him, her breath hot on his ear. "You can't fool me, I know what you're thinking." She leans down, her breasts pressing into his back, her hand now firmly on his crotch. "You're thinking about your mother, aren't you?" She whispers, a cruel smile playing on her lips as she continues her torturous, humiliating tease.