"It's been so long. I was practically out on my feet when I got here. You took me by surprise. I don't… normally do this."

He just chuckled at her explanations. She tried to pull down her smock, but he flipped it up again. She was still so weak from the sudden inundation of sex that she couldn't get up from the table, but she could cover her face with her hands. She wondered exactly what she'd said to him in the heat of her passion, and she wondered if she'd heard him right when he'd been talking.

"Please don't." she said, when he put his hand on her cunt again. "I'll have coitus with you, Dr… Phil, but first let me rest for just a minute."

He chuckled and went on slipping his fingers over her wet flesh. He said, "Coitus? Let's not get medical after; hours, Dr. Carruthers. You're just plain Joyce now, and we're going to fuck, not have coitus. So you like to have your cunt licked, eh?"

"Yes. Of course. What normal woman doesn't enjoy cunnilingus?" she said, face hidden in her shaking hands, trying hard to get hold of herself.

"You like it when some handsome bastard with a big fucking tongue sucks your cunt, eh? You really go for cunt lappers?" he said, toying with his finger around the opened lips of her cunt.

It was awful hearing her words thrown back at her. It made her ashamed, and at the same time it started little twinges of wicked excitement flowing again. "I told you," she said, "enjoyment of cunnilingus is normal for a woman.

"But I did it ten times better than those stupid little nurses. Is that right, Joycie?" he said, fingers still moving.

Joyce moaned and tried to close her legs. "I didn't meant that," she said. "I was… I was just

fantasizing."

"If that excites you, you won't have to fantasies around here. My receptionist, Miss Beresford, she likes to lick cunt. She's bisexual. She'd give that pretty little twat of yours a licking you wouldn't soon forget. She'd suck your cunt for you. She'd kiss this pretty little box till you came as good as you did for me."