And we were great together. She was good looking, sweet, mature, an awesome lover and so into me. The emotional connection we had was absolutely magic... Our lovemaking was absolutely amazing. On weekends when we could spend quality time together, our loving would start out slow and deliberate and we would keep going for hours, only resting when completely exhausted. It was nothing strange for her to have around 30 orgasms, and for me to have up to 5 orgasms, during these lovemaking sessions.. Apparently they had liked the idea.The wine flowed like water that night and business was better than I had imagined. Later Kitty caught up with me again and said that several of her private booths were quite interesting. Most of the women were topless or nude whenever she brought them another round of drinks. In one of the booths the men had shoved the table over to the other backrest and had the three women on top of the table with the three men fucking them as she entered. She also knew from. Zaaijer. None of thethree had anyway of knowing that the man there were about to see althoughhe called himself Dr. Zaaijer wasn't really a therapist. He wasn't evena doctor. Actually even though there was a man called Dr. Zaaijer thisman wasn't him. He had come into the real Dr. Zaaijer office one dayand send the man away using his hypnotic abilities. From then on, thisstrange man was known to everyone as Dr. Zaaijer, Family Therapist. Thereal Dr. Zaaijer now lives an entirely different. My birth was in a family which ran a ladies’ clothing line – my strong inclination towards females (courtesy of the buxom ayah who nursed me) – my father’s insistence that I should focus on the family business rather than receive gratuitous school level education.As time passed, my perspective towards the female customers (of all age and size) developed from innocent infatuation into a perverted physical examination. At the age of 26, I now have a commanding view of my store from the bill.