I opened the door to reception and took a glance at Amanda.
"Oh yes, I can see those measurements all right," I muttered. She looked over at me. Internally making my wish (she'll be horny as hell when she steps into this room), I told her to come in.
Her walking speed from across the room was deterred when she crossed the threshold of Von Hauser's (or I guess my) office. My breasts took notice.
[Joe, what did you do?] They asked me simultaneously in my head.
"I wish Nancy and Von Hauser would agree with everything I do from now on."
Their complaining ceased.
"Doc," Amanda started, "I can't get a lie by a psychologist. I don't really need therapy, I was using this as a method of... of..."
"Yes?" Nancy asked her.
"...GETTING LAID! There, I said it," Amanda finished.
"Well, I'm feeling a bit frisky myself" I explained, unbuttoning my jacket. "Who am I to deny my patient?"
At that we both undressed, her and my nipples stiffened and my cock harder than the walls surrounding us. I sat down, and Amanda positioned herself...