"What are you doing?" Priscilla asked, opening her eyes.
She saw him hovering over the lower half of her body, and noticed his own clothes were now off. He had a hairy chest, almost as bearlike as that of Paul Fink, and his lower half was pressed right up against the edge of the table.
"I'm using the only instrument I can to relieve you of whatever it is that's making you itch," he explained. "The itch you have is for a good c**k. Tell me, was the experience you had yesterday morning your first one?"
"Y-yes," Pris nodded, confused.
"Of course. That explains it. Remember, I said your body chemistry had changed. The itch you felt came at about the same time today as the experience you had yesterday. Correct?"
"Yes, yes," Priscilla nodded, feeling hotter.
"Your body needs a good c**k ma
