The bed in the hotel's presidential suite was large and soft.
Wearing a bathrobe, Brian William leaned on the headboard of the bed.
He had just finished his shower. The dripping water on his black hair flowed down along his chin to his chest. He had a tanned, muscular chest and a perfect eight-pack. He was so masculine and handsome that no woman could refuse him.
Brian was torn, thinking about the day's events.
He had gotten hard from the young physician's touch, and although he was shocked, he now knew that his impotence was indeed influenced by his mind. So despite knowing that the physician had run away, he didn't order his staff to seize the physician again.
To prove that he was really OK again, Brian had called one of his regular sex partners. However, he knew he couldn't get an erection. Feeling that, Brian squeezed his eyes tight and prayed for it to come.
