If not I’ll get dressed.” “1,2,3”“Well, I think I can….”“Good bye.” As she bent to pick-up her skirt.“No, no you have it….anythi...g you want.”“You hesitated… ..that will cost you.” She unbuttoned her blouse, turned her ass to him and bent slightly at the waist at looked back over her shoulder. “Lick clean my pussy and ass and we shall start again.” This time he obliged. Falling over himself to bury his face in nirvana, he almost tripped.She dictated her terms.“You shall pay an hourly rate set by. ” dancing in front of the window that work to me as a mirror. Screw clothesWithout any real relationships, I was constrained to my own sensuality and imagination. At a certain point in my life, I began staying up or getting up again late at night to dance naked in my room to a stereo turned quiet enough so that I was the only one in the house to hear it. I would listen to techno music and gyrate as the music commanded. I would listen to the midnight radio show where the DJ answered call-in. Tom knew he wanted her, desired her, his manhood erect and hard pressing against his shorts and dress pants. His lips kissed down Sarah’s neck to those lovely breasts. She could feel the wetness between her legs; she could feel Tom’s hard cock pressing against her thigh. She thought about making a feeble attempt to stop him, but his desire for her was only fueling her own desire to be taken. All thoughts of stopping left her mind when his mouth opened to take her taut nipple between his lips. " Get your wife here for an appointment, Arthur, and leave the rest to Dr. Vargas."The office and the brown man and ill fitting suit were the same, but facing him was a well put together and very irate woman, a partially drunk cup of tea sat before her. "I don't know what kind of a 'relationship specialist' you claim to be, Dr. Vargas, but there is nothing wrong with Arthur's and my 'relationship' except that he continues to act like a fourteen year old boy." Could you elaborate, Mrs. Frusten.".