As Sarah watched the other woman hold Henry's organ, it seemed to swell in the woman's hands, the penile head turning a darker and darker purple by the minute, while the woman's skilled fingers slid over the oiled surface bringing moans of pleasure from Henry as his fists clenched and unclenched at his side, his hips rising up as if to offer his long, thin organ to the woman, as if fearful she would stop her ministrations to his pro-offered organ. Not that there was much chance given the fee he'd paid. Sarah remembered the Doctor's thick member so recently in her mouth and longed to suck Henry's manhood and yet it was so different from the thickness her virgin tongue had worshiped. The doctors was big and meaty, a mature man's cock while Henry's organ was longer and thinner, almost as if it were not quite finished developing and would one day fill out into the fullness of manhood. Strangely these differences did not make her desire for his organ any less. She secretly loved Henry and desired him more than she'd realized. The doctors hands had wandered up to her breasts and where teasing about her nipples, but were doing nothing for her urgent need. His skill had been so completely effective before this she could hardly imagine him unaware of her arousal. Please. She softly pleaded. He just reached for her hands. She fought them free and half turned toward him although she hated the idea of leaving the sight of Henry. I need