The one spot of light seemed to be a small lamp onthe doctor's desk. There was a high-backed swivel chair behind the desk,turned to the windows, so th...t Sam could not see it's occupant.Suddenly, the chair turned and Sam was stunned by his first sight of thetherapist. "Hello, Sam, I'm Dr. Roberts." She was a glamorous auburn-hairedbeauty, her hair falling to her shoulders in gentle waves. She wore aconservative power suit, though it was carefully tailored to her lush body.He'd had no idea that. Pressing her full lips against its pelvis. She could feel the throbbing cock down her throat. Cutting off her air, but she loved the feeling.Her hands gripped the leeches on her breasts gingerly slowly stroking them.She began to jerk them a bit until they squirmed out of her hands and stuck to eachother.An eye formed in the middle as the mouths released. Falling into the torso.The torso mass didn't seem to stick as parts of the body began to fall off and reshape.The ribs, and some of the. Not being one to disappoint, I coated the inside of both her cups with a thick sticky load and again carefully hung it back up to let any spill. This time when I went past her desk I had to stop for a bit to check her perfect, braless tits through that tight sweater. I could clearly see both of her nipples trying to bust through the fabric as I barely fumbled out the words, “thanks, I hope you like my work”. That smile again was on her face as she responded, “I’m sure I will. I’ll enjoy knowing. Most of which was lost to him. Carrying over a dozen bottles of beer in his belly he fell fully clothed into bed next to Dora. She was fast asleep, but he was feeling a bit horny. He just pulled back the covers and started to maul her tits with his mouth. She stirred awake and pushed him away. “Come on Lance,” Dora muttered in her sleep. “Shut up bitch,” Lance demanded. “Go to sleep Lance, I can smell the beer all over you.” “Don’t make me hurt you,” Lance said. He tore the panties off her.