MISS. You and Mary will need Doctor Rogers to be more hands-on.

Mary helps you undress and hangs up your shirt and jacket on the hooks on the wall of the occupational therapy room. "Hold onto the chair for a sec, honeybear," she tells you.

You steady yourself with one hand on the chair and the other on your walking cane. Your leg isn't having any trouble just holding your weight, but it plays tricks with you sometimes.

Mary runs her hand over the paper cover on top of the chair seat. "Doctor Rogers, could we maybe use a towel instead? The paper's kind of slippery and crackly."

"Here, Mrs. Forbes," Dr. Rogers says.

Fawn Rogers is covering the in-person therapy session for Dr. Didyma Breedlove, who's not only her subordinate but also her lesbian wife. You've still got Dr. Diddy's panties stashed away to remind you of that night when you teased her into riding your face till she made that little meow or squeak and got her O.

"Thank you kindly, Doctor," Mary says. Mary takes the towel, snaps it out flat, then folds it for thickness. She lays it on the vinyl seat of the chair and carefully squares the corners. "All right, honeybear, let me get you in the all-together, then I'll get all set."

Mary kneels down and starts taking off your shoes.

"Doctor Rogers, ma'am," you say. "So that position we were showing you, me in the chair, Mary leaning over the table, that's the one we really want to work. Close as we can get to our old faithful without me pushing off with my bad leg. Hoping it'll let Mary move more so she can just ride my wiener to Heaven like our regular."

Mary unbuckles your belt and works your pants off. Your wiener pops out of the fly of your boxers and gives Dr. Rogers a bouncy salute before Mary pulls them down and leaves you bare to your socks. You're glad to have the chair and your cane to support you when you step out of your pants and boxers. Mary folds them tidily and lays them down on top of your shoes on the big rubber grip mat.

Dr. Rogers asks if you've tried spoons with your good leg down, and a couple other things.

"Oh yes, ma'am," you say. "Spoons is sweet, but a little slow for our speed. So that's why this one, really. Put some real movement into it, you know?"

Dr. Rogers nods and adds a note on your history.

"All right honeybear, you want to sit down?" Mary says. Undressed in a flash, she's bare-ass naked as God made her, a little blush on her cheeks and some definite tit-ons swelling her nipples. You follow her direction and settle yourself in the chair, admiring the form and beauty of your wife, God's angel of pleasure. Mary has some fine full curves front and back, T and A and a little belly, but years of waitressing shows up in the strength of her every limb, even muscle cut lines in her arms and legs. She takes your cane and stows it where it won't get bumped. She's looking down toward the floor, maybe a little shy with the good Doctor Fawn.

Roll +HARD(0) to FUCK MARY: 2+2 = 4, MISS.

Dr. Rogers tries talking you through the set-up. But try as you might, you're having trouble actually getting your wiener inside. Is your sweetie-pie actually dry?

Fawn Rogers' guidance, spoken in her low, honey-sweet voice, actually seems to put Mary off her stride a bit.

"Give me a minute, honeybear," Mary says. "It's just a little strange, you know, trying to hunch forward and then sit back on you?" She straightens up and winces.

"Your back bothering you, hon?" you ask.

"A little. But it should be all right once we get you in and I can lean on the table," Mary says.

Roll +COOL(0) using GET OUT OF TROUBLE to save the mood: 6+6 = 12. All's good, no problem.

"Doctor Rogers, ma'am?" you say. "It might take a little bit to get me and Mary put together. Do we have time and all?"

"We have plenty of time, Mr. Forbes," she says.

"I want to ask Mary something, Doctor," you say. "Can we have a minute, maybe you can get a cup of water?"

"Is that all right, Mrs. Forbes?" she asks Mary.

"Yes'm, that is, yes, Doctor."

"I'll be back in just a few," Dr. Rogers says. You admire her butt with that special little swing under her white coattails as she steps out.

"How're you doing, sweetie-pie?" you ask.

"Just feeling so awkward, honeybear," she says. "And then I try listening to what Doctor Rogers says and I lose my place and then, God bless it, it just feels like I don't know what."

"You know what, sweetie-pie?" you say. "Let's have her take off that big white coat, let's get us to saying Brian and Mary and Fawn, and let's have her step up and use her hands to put us together. How about that, hon?"

Mary laughs. "And I'd feel better if we took a minute to pray."

You and Mary have just gotten to "In Jesus' name, Amen." when Dr. Rogers steps back in.

You lay out your proposition to Doctor Fawn Rogers.

She laughs. "Sure," she says. "Let me take my coat off. It's too warm in here for a coat, anyhow." Under her white coat, she could be a bodacious member of the nursing staff, with plenty of jiggle up front and back, and plenty of honey-brown cleavage between the neckline of her sea-green blouse and her collarbone. "Brian, Mary, how can Fawn help put you together today?"

"Fawn, I think you could help us best by just being hands-on and steering my good ship into Mary's harbor," you say. "Just straight-up like that."

"Let me get a pair of gloves," Dr. Rogers says.

Mary makes a little noise. Disappointed, you think.

"Wait, Fawn," you say. "As a favor, can you just use your hands?"

You have Hard -1, Hot 0, Cool +1, Control +1, 4 XP, Eat Pussy, and Submissive (Mary).

Roll +HOT(0) to TELL Fawn Rogers to use her hands to give you another try: 3 + 4 = 7. On a 7, you'll have to turn her on.