He looked at the door of the small room linked to her office, and noticed it was open. Quietly, Tony stepped over and looked inside to see Charlotte, ...ead thrown back in ecstacy, her hair wild as she sprawled on the table with one hand down her lace panties and the other aggressively pulling at her nipples. Tony’s mouth fell open as his cock grew hard, every single one of his fantasies fading to nothing compared to the sight of Charlotte touching herself. He watched the slick movements of her. Her name’s Simone and apparently she’s been flown here by a sponsor. Is this the world’s top whore school or what?? I wondered if I was the only English one here, but do hear a couple of home-grown accents further down the long table. Now a dark-haired woman called Miss Jillings is about to show us around. I gather she is another one of the mentors. Like my own, she is not especially attractive but has a certain something about her. She radiates authority more than anything. Anyway, I haven’t. He slammed his cock in and out, as did farmer in my butt. Both men had their ball sacks slapping me, farmer on my puss and his friend on my jaw. I felt like ragdoll between them, crying, screaming, hurting, being raped so hard. And then farmer stiffened even more inside me and I felt his disgusting cum spurt into me. Only moment later his friend started to empty his balls deep in my throat, blocking me from air totally. I passed out.When I woke I was laying between them. I kept my eyes closed. Candi's therapist was on the list, so I went ahead and arraigned anappointment with her for the Friday afternoon. It was two days before Christmas when I entered to her office. She wasvery nice and I felt really comfortable discussing with her my history,hopes and feelings. Her main concern was my escorting. I had to explainwhy I did it and what feeling I got out of it. Finally she told me thatshe would take me on as a patient and that I would meet with her for a 50minute session each.