Ivy continued watching the film, oblivious to him. He thought that she was listening to him but ignoring him on purpose. He hated this. He hated it th...t she was not even responding to him.Charles left the lounge and went down the hall, towards the kitchen. He turned on the light switch inside the kitchen. The kitchen light came up. It was bright yellowish-white neon light. He was glad to be out of the lounge. Ivy's silent treatment was affecting him. It was making him wish that she would talk. He was about five feet ten inches tall, had the same eye and hair colour as myself and had a well-defined muscular body, Amy, Rob and I were all competitive swimmers, being members of the same Club for five or six years. As you’d expect, the longer Rob and she were a couple the more sexual their relationship became. At first I didn’t really care what they did but then I’d be in my bedroom as they were in his and night after night I was subjected to hearing moans as they had sex. Then, after. Soon he picked up his pace. "Oh yeah, I am really fucking your face now and you love it don't you?" The dirty talk tumbled out of his lips as he used my mouth. And he was right. I did love it. This felt incredible. Him using my face like this. Fucking my face. The room filled with the sound of him thrusting into me and my muffled moans of appreciation as he did so. "Fuck I can see the damp patch on the front of your pants," he moaned. I could feel that my cock was oozing in the soft fabric of. Yesterday, Mr. Matthews and I discussed some things that he had on his mind. Some of them he was apprehensive about bringing up for personal reasons. I assured him that in my role as counselor he had certain reasonable expectations of privacy in matters that we might discuss. When that was not enough I decided to take the matter further and informed him that I am in fact a licensed and bonded practitioner in this state. That if he wished, for the nominal fee of one dollar, I would agree to take.