Looking through the crack, making sure there wasn't something she could do to help the poor unfortunate patient out, Betty Sue was appalled at what she saw inside the room.

"Oh," she said, unable to say anything more. The woman inside the room already had a doctor, giving her what she needed in abundance.

Betty Sue had never even imagined such a disgusting spectacle in her entire life. Certainly nothing she had ever done with her Johan had ever led her to suspect that people actually did vile things like this to each other. Still, as disgusting as it was to her, she found herself helpless to turn away, to avoid seeing the groveling, sex-rutting people in the room.

There was a pretty woman, tiny and dark, her long black hair falling well over her shoulders and her black eyes flashing sparks of her passion across the room, so passion-fogged that Betty Sue could have walked right up to her and tapped her on the shoulder and she still wouldn't have noticed her. She was a patient, obviously, and it was her bed. The other bed in the room was unoccupied, probably because the doctor had deliberately arranged it that way, so he could get at her all alone.

The petite black-haired woman was wearing a hospital gown of the type that opened all the way up the back. It had been pulled aside to expose all of the front of her body. Her tits, heavy and firm-looking and tipped with dark brown areolas and pencil tip nipples, stood erect and throbbing. But Betty Sue noticed most of all the wantonness with which she held her buttocks high up on the bed, her legs flung far apart, her pubic hair like a dark halo riding atop her wide-spread cuntal mouth, the inner pinkness of it glistening with heavy moisture.

There was a headiness filling the room, a strange aroma of lust, an odor that seemed to originate within the flexing, spasming cunt of the small woman.

It was the things the doctor was doing to the woman, though, that held Betty Sue completely transfixed.