My erection was still in full force and she focused her attention on it because apparently the doctor had done this particular procedure many times be...ore with other patients suffering from the four hour problem.“Give him the relaxing cream, Nurse Betty!”The pretty redhead opened a jar of clear white cream and started to rub my dick and balls with it making me wonder if they were trying to get me harder or truly trying to end my session with an extended erection. The soothing cream felt. Many mornings on the way to work we’d buzz and get ready for the day. This one particular day when we got to work my wife wrapped from 5” vibrator up and put it in her purse. Mine was in the console where it belonged. While walking in I asked her why she brought it with her and she said “I don’t know. Maybe I was pre-occupied with the pleasure it was giving me.” The day went fine and as we met to leave I asked Kay how it went and she told me it was “a really good day.” Once we got in the car. But you haven’t told me that you can’t hold an erection. His cock twitched in her hands. You can’t hold an erection. Your dick is going soft inside my hands right now, isn’t it? It’s going soft right now. Yes. Good, very good Robert. Let if go soft. That’s a good soft little penis there. Do you feel my hands on your soft little penis? Yes. She caressed his now soft dick. Good soft little penis. This is how your dick is meant to be. Soft and limp. You must have forgotten this, but from now. “Ready?” “Yes, sir.” SWAK! But this time only half as hard. I still saw the new pink welt, still saw the erotic rippling of her cheeks as they absorbed the blow, only this time I was now able to focus on other things: the sway of her breasts, the change in the voicing from one of discomfort to one of sensuousness. “Ooh! Twenty one, sir. Thank you, sir.” SWAK! Again, a lighter touch. “Ooh! Twenty two, sir. Thank you, sir.” SWAK! This was working out much better. “Aah! Twenty three, sir. Thank.