Just like a man, Betty thought. All he can think of is going back to work. Doesn't he know how much I miss him at the house? Especially… that way… in bed. How much I miss his big hard cock up inside my belly and the way he holds me and makes love to me? Why didn't he say that, instead of wanting to go back to work?

"And what did he tell you, Johan?" she asked.

"Oh, he wouldn't say," Johan said, freeing her hand and taking it inside his, pulling her closer to the side of the bed. "A few more days. I've got to wait until all my tests are finished, so they can decide what happened to me."

"Probably just something I ate. Just not like me to pass out like that out cold on the floor in my department." Betty had been so intent up on listening to his words she hadn't noticed what he was doing with his hands, with her hands.

His cock told her what he was doing. It was hot and hard and feverish against her hand. He had pulled her hand beneath the sheet and right to his crotch, where his erection was waiting.

"Oh, God, Betty!" Johan said. "I want you so much. You don't know how painful it is, being in here, away from you. See? Just feel it. That's how much I want you. Just hold it a bit. Squeeze it, make me know you miss your big daddy thing!"

Embarrassed, Betty Sue's face turned red with her sudden blushing. She quickly looked over her shoulder toward the other bed to see if the other patient could see the wanton thing Johan was forcing her to do.

"Oh," she said, trying to smile, because she knew Johan would want her to hold his cock, "we mustn't, dear. Not here. Not like this. Someone might see us and…"

"Bullshit," Johan said, "give me some head! Just a little, Betty, please! You know I never ask you to do it, except when it's really necessary. I know you think it's wrong, but it really isn't. Go ahead, just kiss it on the end. Take just the head of it into your mouth and…"