A video meeting (Dr.Mehmet Bekir part 2)

The day was winding down into a quiet evening when the unexpected sound of a package being delivered to my doorstep broke the monotony. Curiosity piqued, I found a neatly wrapped box without a sender's name. Inside, a note revealed its origin: Dr. Mehmet Bekir, the wellness therapist that visited me few days ago. Thinking back on the events of that day, my heart started beating faster immediately.   Within the box there were two things... a big plastic "toy" and a sleek envelope. Dr. Bekir's instructions were concise: "Connect with me through the video link at 8pm. It's essential for your next step in wellness therapy." A flutter of reluctance brushed against me, and I put the box aside, but as the time went on, the intrigue pushed the reluctance aside. At 8pm, my hesitation wavered and I set up my device and clicked the link to the video chat. The screen flickered to life, revealing Dr. Bekir. Even through the digital divide, his presence was commanding.  His voice, deep and steady, with a heavy accent,  filled the room, "Thank you for joining, Mrs. G. Tonight, we're going to explore a new dimension of your wellness journey."  "Please, take the toy," he directed, his gaze never wavering from the screen, a silent encouragement in his eyes.  I found myself complying, and now I was holding the dildo, curiosity blending with an emerging sense of arousal, the kind that's rooted in the unknown and the forbidden. As I held the toy, his voice continued. "Take your blouse off, Mrs.G, and put the toy between your breasts". It was clear that this was not a therapeutic exercise, but something far more intimate. The cool touch of the dildo against my skin was a stark contrast to the warmth blossoming within me, a physical manifestation of the arousal I felt. "Now push your breasts together, the toy is my dick, hold it between them". My breaths grew deeper, my heart raced, and I found myself moving at the behest of his voice.  "Good!" - Dr.Bekir said. On the video I could see him taking his own big dick out, and starting to stroke it.   "Now pinch your nipples gently, and start twisting them" - he said, and I silently obeyed. It was an exploration of my own boundaries and desires, facilitated by his distant yet impactful presence.  "Lick it, Mrs.G. Lick my dick" - he said, and yes, it was his dick which was now between my breasts. I stuck out my tongue and licked its tip.  "Well done, Mrs. G. Put some saliva on it, though I'm sure you are already so wet, that no additional lubrication will be needed. " - said Dr.Bekir ---- (This is my first attempt at a very simple animation, hope you guys like it, and you like the story ;) ! )