He started it by insisting right at the outset that I call him Dr Matchett. I think he sensed I was going to be a difficult patient and he sought to e...tablish a dominant position early.I refused and always referred to him simply as 'M'. He retaliated by extending my mandated counselling for a year. Then another year. He was a bit of a cunt actually but at times some of the things he said did make sense and in a strange way I think he actually helped me. In time I grew to like him although I. . . ( i turn around so my hard nipples can touch your shirt as i start talking i undo your shirt ) . .. you see i know and you know ( kissies your lips) you want something new no you need some thing new ( i start to kiss down towards your dick ) yes your wife loves you but she doesnt love you in the bed like you wish there was a time you fucked like a rabbit now you would be lucky to get twice in one month. i start to kiss your bulge and then i get up i lay down on the bed as the red silk. Swallowing it all, not wanting to miss a drop, I licked her as clean as I could. When I rose, upright on my knees, she scrambled to her knees in front of me and took my stiff cock in her hand and began jacking me with her short fat fingers. I tingled down my inner thighs from her touch upon me. Then she took me into her mouth. So warm and wet, her tongue working it's magic on my burning cock. As I watched her there in the dark, down between my legs, such a large body... I had no idea how. Last time I teach an engineering student,” he retorted.“No, I understand.”“Do you?”“Yes, I do. But we can fly over there, five miles, and we have ten thousand feet of concrete. This is a Cessna 152, not a B-52.”“Okay. We go back over there, and you act like the runway ends just past the hash marks. I’m STILL gonna judge you on technique. Okay?”“Hai, sensei.”“Dammit. No more engineering students,” he laughed, shaking his head. “Okay. I see you’re competent to fly a Cessna 152.”“Thank you.”“So if.