Joan was, she decided, starved for sex. She was just as certain that Joan, once aroused, would be wild with a man or woman. Nancy was also sure that Billy would not only enjoy the things she wanted to do with him, but that he would keep his mouth shut, too. He wouldn't be like the last young boy, who had cried to his mother. The woman had been furious, threatening lawsuits and all kinds of things.

Nancy's eyes dropped to Billy's straining cock. She ran her tongue over her lips. She let her knees part, exposing a good expanse of her thighs. She saw Billy's cock jerk, and a smile spread over her face. Billy was, she knew, very interested in looking at girls.

Billy looked between Doctor Nancy's legs without shame. He could almost see all the way up. And he wanted to. Doctor Nancy read his expression, and smiled at him. Getting to her feet, she stood before him.

"Billy," she said, her voice soft, "you're in excellent health. There does, however, seem to be a slight problem. I can certainly fix it, though."

She rested her warm palms on his thighs, and when she began to caress them, Billy's body shivered.

"I'll fix it, but you've got to promise never to tell, not even your mother," she said.

"Why?" Billy asked innocently. "Because she might not understand," Doctor Nancy said in a low, throaty voice. "I'll fix the problem, but it must be between you and I, no one else."

"Sure, Doctor Nancy," Billy agreed. "You'll have to remove your shorts." Her hands had stroked up his thighs to his hips, and she began to pull his shorts down. She pulled them slowly, teasing herself. Her eyes stared down at his cock, her tongue licking across her lips. Billy lifted his ass. He wasn't worried; he'd been naked in front of Doctor Nancy many times. His shorts caught on his cock, and Doctor Nancy paused.