“Need another hand, Fred?” Ables said, setting down the coffee on the counter.
“Un huh,” Fred muttered, his head still between Lacy’s quaking knees and both his hands under her ass.
“She needs to relax,” Ables said, as he pulled the hem of the meager gown up over Lacy’s face and began to message her t**s. Almost at once, Lacy relaxed a bit and the ass probe went home. Fred pressed the small buttons on the base of each probe, brought the crotch strap between Lacy’s legs, pulled it tight enough to drive the double prongs well up inside the patient and applied a lock to the metal fitting on the front of the waist belt.
Lacy relaxed and stopped struggling while the doctor continued squeezing and rubbing her breasts, and Fred drank his coffee.
“I think she’s had enough therapy for this mo
