Besides the date at the back side of the print, was written one word: “Desire.”“This is a print I would love to hang in my bedroom. So powerful!...So full of desire to penetrate the female vagina!” She said as if she was talking to the print.Etty looked at me and asked: “Did you masturbate yourself for the session?”I didn't answer.“Did she masturbated you to get you that hard?”I didn't answer.“Did you have sex with her, till you almost shot your semen? You must had! Otherwise your erection. While walking through the airport I heard an announcement for the cancellation of several flights to cities in the Middle East, a sad reminder of the 50 Americans hostages still being held in Tehran. We took the escalators and went down one floor to the baggage claim area. Eventually we found the locker that matched the key. I slipped the key into the lock and then pulled the small door open. Inside, taking up only a very small portion of the lockers area, was a single notebook with the words;. ” I said I needed a shower first. Dale said no just wash you face brush your teeth and comb you hair. I went into the bathroom and peed. There was cum dripping out of my pussy and ass. When I came out Larry gave me my sweater and skirt to put on. I told them I need my under ware. They both said that I should go without. OK I said but if anyone says anything they really owe me. As we got in the elevator I could feel some cum running down my leg. I said I need to go back and clean up. Again both. "You need to make an appointment with the doctor on Monday morning," she said."Maybe, if I give it a week it'll be okay." He was hoping to avoid the doctor. He knew he needed to see him. He hated the thought of the red tape, all the tests, the admission of failure, the knowing, contemptuous look of the doctor's secretary. What would he tell people at work? Perhaps he should he just post it on the bulletin board: "Rose is sending John to the doctor because he can't get it up!"He knew that all.