. Until I noticed a change in Alice. Usually she practically begged me for my cock, climbing under the sheets and stroking me or using her soft lips t... caress and suckle me until... Well, you know. Slowly, she started being less and less eager for sex, until there were some days where she wouldn't bother at all. The longer this went on, the less responsive she became - until I had to ask, or even beg her for sex. Eventually even that wasn't enough, and I'd be lucky to fuck her once a. She felt him gently caressing her ass. This is no punishment, she thought, tensing. But I know he won’t stop there.A stinging slap. And another. This is what I expected. What I needed. She twitched at the ringing blows, but made no sound.He stopped. Without warning, he plunged fingers into her yearning sex. Two, then three. Violently stretching her channel without regard to her pleasure (or her pain), he pummeled her with a dozen rapid thrusts until she groaned.He pulled out. More strikes.. She waited until they were somewhat down the path that she had walkedwith Leslie's parents, under the trees, to say what she wanted. "When Iwas... oh, God. I almost said the words 'when I was your age'." Herchildren didn't even know why that would be funny. She had never reallydone the thing of talking about her own childhood, not just because shedidn't want to inflict that on them but because she had grown up in ahouse with two loving parents and they had not. On the other hand, itmeant that. No one had ever held her in this state of heightened arousal and control. Olivia was accustomed to being the one in control, the one willingly giving up control when it suited her. This was different. The wetness between her legs began pooling on the leather chair and making her bare skin slippery under her miniskirt. For some reason, she had expected to be the one making her therapist squirm, like with Dr. Hammond. Man, was that guy gorgeous or what? Two sessions in and Dr. Married Man called.