Dr.Thunderfoot interrogates the mortified quack.

The instant her (incredibly loud) climax ended, Rosalind ran away from this whole ‘getting caught fucking her boss’ situation more embarrassed than she’d ever been in her life. When she got trapped bottomless in some foliage in her mad dash with Winona and Eliot right nearby, the bespectacled girl thought she was going die of shame. This was worse than that time she list her bikini at Six Flags. On the other hand, Dr.Thunderfoot wasn’t looking in her direction at all.

There was kind of a sexy, naked man from her Alma-mater that she just found in the middle of boning his assistant. That was more interesting for the Indian scientist at the moment. Poor, poor Eliot covered his burning crimson face with both his hands— so humiliated to be caught in the act that the hunk couldn’t even dream of showing the other doctor his face.

Lucky for him, Winona had absolutely not let her eyes drift from the throbbing cock Eliot hadn’t the mind to cover up. Therefore, she wasn’t looking at his face. She ate up the sight of his privates in a way that the videos he sent the college would never let her, and felt a trail of saliva drip down her mouth as her crotch heated up.

And as Dr.Browning hid his tomato-red cheeks, while his old study buddy studied his throbbing erection like it were a juicy steak, she started asking him things. Things like, “Why were you having sex if you called me over? Are you a clandestine exhibitionist?”

When the only response Dr.Thunderfoot got was a twitch from his amazing penis, and a ‘no’ too quiet to hear, she tried, “Wait, have you been naked since 1 P.M.?”

“P-pr-pretty much…” came Eliot’s borderline-silent answer, his heart pounding so loud in embarrassment that he thought he might faint right in front of the leering doctor.

“Ha. I suppose you just wanted me to see your cock so badly, you–”

“— I didn’t! I mean, I don’t want you to see me naked!” The naked man shouted, his dick still eye-candy for the Native American babe.

“Ugh, don’t tell me Rosalind’s promise of a ‘penis exam’ was just an ill-timed prank.”

“No, it wasn’t. I umm, uhh, need you to give my, my, my… penis a thorough study. That is, for science!!” Dr.Browning stammered, in full ‘I wish the earth would swallow me up’ mode. “There’s evidence of Webby’s existence on my shaft, so please… be gentle.”

“Oh, I see…” Winona dragged her finger up his needy member so gently that he whined for more, and gave the mortified stud an ultimatum. “I’ll give you the most rigorous examination of your cock’s life, on one condition…”