Do you know what I'm doing?
A beautiful, voluptuous woman went to a gynecologist. The doctor took
one look at her, and all his professionalism went out the window.
He immediately told her to undress. After she had disrobed, the doctor
began to stroke her thigh.
Doing so, he asked her, "Do you know what I'm doing?"
"Yes," she replied, "you're checking for any abrasions or
dermatological abnormalities."
"That is right," said the doctor.
He then began to fondle her breasts. "Do you know what I'm doing now?"
"Yes," the woman said, "you're checking for any lumps or breast
cancer."
"Correct," replied the shady doctor.
Finally, he mounted his patient and started having sexual intercourse
with her.
He asked, "Do you know what I'm doing now?"
"Yes," she said. "You're getting herpes, which is why I came here in
the first place."
A beautiful, voluptuous woman went to a gynecologist. The doctor took
one look at her, and all his professionalism went out the window.
He immediately told her to undress. After she had disrobed, the doctor
began to stroke her thigh.
Doing so, he asked her, "Do you know what I'm doing?"
"Yes," she replied, "you're checking for any abrasions or
dermatological abnormalities."
"That is right," said the doctor.
He then began to fondle her breasts. "Do you know what I'm doing now?"
"Yes," the woman said, "you're checking for any lumps or breast
cancer."
"Correct," replied the shady doctor.
Finally, he mounted his patient and started having sexual intercourse
with her.
He asked, "Do you know what I'm doing now?"
"Yes," she said. "You're getting herpes, which is why I came here in
the first place."
