Awoken by the secretary

I was so tired I didn't dream. The next thing I know, I'm was being lightly shaken by the shoulder. I opened my eyes to see the smoking hot secretary.

"Mr. Wilson, wake up. Wake up, Mr. Wilson. I have your check."

I groggily sat up, still naked, and, looking down, still hard; that formula of Dr. Jones' was still working.

"Mr. Wilson, here is your check filled out for a thousand dollars. That's four direct sperm donations." Four. Dr. Jones must have counted as one.

"Thank you, Miss."

"Please call me, Janet." She looked like she had more to say. "Can I ask you a question, Mr. Wilson?"

"Sure, but call me Steve."

Janet stepped closer to me and pulled off her blouse. She was wearing a red lacy push-up bra that couldn't contain her big, luscious breasts. "Steve, I heard those women talking after their sessions, and I got so horny. They couldn't stop talking about how wonderful a lover you were. My boyfriend is a fuck and doesn't care about getting me off. More often than not, I have to resort to my vibrator. Would you make love to me, please?" Her blue eyes, no longer cold, pleaded with me. Her pink little tongue darted out to lick her lips.