"Where's Dr. Glover?"

Lara was atop him, galloping madly, fairly leaping up and down his shaft as it **** orgasm after orgasm from her spasming vagina while he enjoyed the benefits of being damn near suffocated by her expanded breasts. It vaguely occurred to Gunnar that she had no pillow to bite on, but now somehow he didn't mind. Luckily, she was rather quiet during her climaxes, allowing the contractions of her inner body to convey her ecstasy.

Then Gunnar noticed a visitor. She was one calm, cool, prim, elegantly lovely black woman doctor, the name plate reading Glover quite clear, and she stared in bug-eyed terror at the sight of the impossibly gigantic erect penis plowing so easily into a woman. As if afraid for her life, the doctor slowly backed into the bathroom.

Yet even there she was not safe, as Gunnar got a telepathic lock on her, and he chuckled as she could not help but shove her fist into her vagina, rapidly and savagely stimulating herself to her own quick hard climax. He notived her sheepishly slink out of the bathroom and then the suite.

Inspired by the visit, Gunnar grasped Lara by her ass, her fucking still as driven as ever, and and hoisted her up, carrying her over into the bathroom, where at long last, sufficiently stimulated by her, he pulled himself out, then spurted his copious gooey seed all over her body, amatter easily remedied by a shower.

He was pleased when she seemed to be in the same sultry breathy starry-eyed zombie state he had left Gia. "It's a privilege to meet a MAN like YOU, Mr. Hart!" she sighed. Her bust returned to normal but now she had the soft kittenish voice of some classic airheaded bimbo, and wide sparkling eyes and a sexually insatiable grin to match.

"You had best get back to your duties, Lara."

"Anything you say, Mr. Hart -- but I'll be right back, please don't leave the hospital till I come back, oh please, please?"

"A man can only try."

Lara left wordlessly just as Dr. Joe King arrived. "Oh, Gunnar, hi." He looked around and frowned. "Remember the other day, when I said you might require special counseling regarding your condition and its possible impact on your relations with women? I sent a Dr. Glover here to do that. Did you see her?"

"I have received no counseling."

"Let me hunt her up for you."

Only two minutes later, Dr. King is back. You enjoy how he completely misses her panicked look.

"Gunnar, this is Dr. Glover. She's one of the best experts on sexuality to be found in our area. I'll just leave you two to talk."

You are devilishly amused, for Dr. Glover is clearly terrified of being abandoned by Dr. King ... and yet she somehow can not summon the strength to leave ...