Chapter Seven
The doctor shook his head and chuckled as he turned to tend to Lucy. Slowly, the wing-nuts were loosened and the press opened. Her whole body sagged back on the bench, pushing a relieved moan from her chest. “...oh, God…” she murmured.
Beau released her arms from behind her back and slowly eased her up to a sitting position. “How do you feel?” He cradled her head against his shoulder.
“I don’t know,” Lucy said. “Funny.”
The doctor’s finger drew little circles around her n*****s. The skin drew together as they hardened. Lucy shivered. “Ready for your ass-f*****g?” He smiled, lowering his hand to her covered s*x. “Hm? Are you? Answer.”
She didn’t want to answer. She wanted to sleep. Why couldn’t he just leave her alone for a few hours? Pain, as he pinched her n****e shar
