. But if the client ran into one of his "team" therapists, shewas entitled to order him to strip, be it at the beach, juice bar or formaldining room, ...nd have his hands cuffed. (all therapists wore the cuffs on thebelt buckles of their skin-tight short-shorts. Then the therapist or counselorwould unlock the client's chastity belt and remove it, and often tickle andpoke the client's penis as he stood humiliated and aroused while other clientsand therapists socializing in the area jeered and. I know they had. I heard them at least three times that longweek and saw them going at it on the couch earlier."uh that's my bed" I said to him not knowing what to do next."I know" he said and looked up at me "I'm into sharing are you?"I couldn't hide my hardening dick...as I only had my gym shorts on and theywere tenting."You got a lock on the door right?" I nodded and then went to the door andlocked it.When I turned around, he was standing almost next to me...so close that Ialmost bumped into. While I was amazed by something new about the chimps every day, I never forgot that they were wild animals. My partner Brad was in his early 30s. He was cute and I was single so we always did a lot of flirting. It was a weekend in late September and the zoo was holding an "open house" for all of the major donors. I didn't have to work that night, so I wasn't planning on going. Then much to my surprise Brad asked me if I would be his date that night. I was thrilled. After work I went home and. She seemed to be contemplating something. To blow or to fuck, perhaps?Finally Cassandra said, "Oh, shiiit!," as she raised herself up, having decided that she needed to feel that thing inside her. She placed one leg on each side of Eric's leg, reaching under her skirt to pull her panties out of the way."Wait," came a voice out of the blue. It took a moment to place the male voice, until all eyes fell on Devin. He was stepping towards his wife, and all quickly assumed that he had had enough and.