Short black hair framed the incredible pink lips. Then in a quick motion she started straightening. I was in a predicament, fully erect and fully dr...ssed having made motions and noises as if I was undressing. Luckily the quantity of alcohol she had consumed meant I got away with it as I leapt out of my clothes. Luckily the fear of getting busted instantly deflated my wood.She entered first and sat down, my now shrivelled manhood was almost exactly at her head height as I walked in. I. “I will call the nurse to help you again” I responded. “Doc., can’t you help me” Sheila pleaded pulling her top over and baring her fully developed 36C boob, full with milk and with erect nipple. Her baby was crying as she was thrusting her boob into baby’s tiny lips which the baby was unable to suckle. I bent to support her boob placing my hand at the bottom of her boob and taught her how to feed the little one. I was sure that Sheila knew full well how to feed a baby but she came to tease me. When the room righted itself again I took a much slower approach. I walked to the door and gripped the handle. There was no budging it. I pushed, pulled, knocked, pounded and screamed at it. I even went so far as to kick it in my slippered foot. The only results were raw hands and throat and a throbbing toe."Locked in." I said to the empty room. My voice sounding very small and meek compared to the empty room, but oddly comforting just the same. "I have not been hurt." I ignored the throbbing. Here a word of explanation is needed. When I call her "little" Connie, I refer to the fact that she is, maybe, five foot one in her socks. Ghanaian, twenty-two years old, with a pretty, round, ever-smiling face, she admittedly does not have the generous chest that normally so endears a young woman to me (she would be a fairly standard C cup I imagine). But anything lacking above the waist is more than made up for by an African ass of truly heroic proportions, amply supported by massive thighs..