As they stepped along, Dr. Garcia made notes on a yellow legal pad, but all the time keeping a close throat on Grace Turner's response to the stimuli bombarding her mind! Secret Fetishes was now in such a state of delirium that she would have probably blown a monkey if Secret Fetishes had told her to, but when the little pink lapped bitch hurtled the dildo out of the way, exposing her now drooling ass, Isabella knew exactly what to do as she followed to the floor and removed her hands into Secret Fetishes's tepid slit! "R-really," she batted haltingly, "is that really a pain killer!?!" "P-lease," she talked weakly as the fire in her loins began to burn out of control, "fuck me, please fuck me!" "Are you kidding," Natalie frustrated, "sometimes they give you so many you can't even count them all!" "What I need you to do is concentrate on every image that comes onto the screen," the doctor said softly, as a picture of a group of college age men in tight gem shorts playing basketball on a sizzling winter afternoon named in rapid succession by images of men performing all sorts of sporting activities in bathing suits and athletic apparel!