Lyla got off the desk and took her hair tie off of her wrist and once again pulled it back into a tight pony tail. Clarke peeled himself up , his skin...stuck to the table in the humidity. The hair on his legs and chest was matted against his skin.Now that she was kneeling in front of him she could see his whole body in a new light, she was attracted to him since she began working in his office but with him being married meant that he was off limits, the fact that his wife was bitchy towards her. Guiding each foot clear of the cross bar she was lowered till the bar was between the lips of her sex, gently oh so very gently she was lowered to the cold bar, a steel rod of perhaps ¾ of an inch that fitted between the lips perfectly and rested against her clitorise. Very quietly they waited and as the clock came to the hour, Dan lowered her full weight onto the bar. The pressure on the bar was instantly terrible, but on the wrists suddenly there was no pressure at all. the full body weight. She reached over and turned it on in speaker. “Emma are you in bed like you were told to?” “Yes sir, all tucked in for the night.” “Hands above the covers, no touching.”“Yes, Sir.” “Good night,” and he was gone. Emma did so want to touch, scratch the itches that Donald got started in her again this afternoon. Instead, she kept her hands outside the cover as she was told. At her side, so as not to be tempted to try to rub through her comforter at herself. But soon she found her stretching her. But the doctors moved on at a quick, confident pace.Eventually, they arrived at an elevator, which Dr. Henry summoned. She was in her late-thirties, serious-faced, her black hair pulled back in a severe pony-tail. She wore glasses which might be a hit with hipsters, but Ben doubted that there was much of anything hip about the doctor. Chensworth, on the other side of him was taller, and older. He was distinguished looking with silver-grey hair, and a face that was creased with experience."So,.