" Gina knelt in front of my semi-erect penis. "Put it in your mouth and let it get hard. Yes, that's it. Lick just under the tip. Let me get hard in y...ur mouth" I felt my penis stiffen in her warm mouth as she flicked her tongue all around its soft flesh. A tingle flowed from my penis outward, my nipples hardened, my knees became weak, I gasped. Gina stopped and looked up at me. My penis slid wetly out of her mouth. "I guess that is working," she said. "What next?" "You have to stroke the shaft. Bahoot khatarnak khayal tha o. bas ab muje hubby ko kaise bhi karke manana tha. us din raat me husband ghar aaye . rat ko jab hum bed pe sex ke mood me the tab maine sagar ko kaha “mere dimag me ek plan hain ,agar o sahi se hota hain to flat sirf Hamara ho sakta hain” sagar ne pucha “kya plan hain tumare dimag me” tab maine kuch der sochake boli “agar tum tumari badi behan se sex karte ho to” tab tak sagar chillaya mujpe “kya paglo jaise baate kar rahe ho pallavi, tumara dimag jagah pe hain. Maybe ten minutes had passed with some very embarrassed answers to questions I'd never even asked of myself. Most of which confirming, over the rest of that session time, those likes and dislikes.What I also learned in one hour with her was that I really didn't want to rid myself of such things. I also learned that a therapist, while as expert in riding you of such things, can't hope to compete with someone teaching you how to like those very same things. This story, fostered in part by that. "Natia." I call. She turns her head. "I have confidence in you." Her face lights up, similar to the way it did last night. Then she is gone. I lie down immediately. I'll need all the sleep I can get. Later, in the dark I hear the door open. "Nicholas. Are you ready?" Just a whisper. I get up and move to the door. Amanatia stands there with a hooded lantern barely shedding any light. There are perhaps five goblins behind her. "Who are they?" I ask as I put on the gear she hands me. "Other.