We walkedthe block to his car and drove off.In the car, he kept one hand on the wheel and the other on the outline ofmy very hard clit. He massaged it...through the denim, keeping me rightwhere he wanted me. If he had told me to suck his cock while he drove, Iwouldn't have hesitated. But he must have had something else in mind forme.After only a few minutes of driving, he stopped the car next to a picnictable in the middle of a large public park. I got out of the car andmarveled at the beauty of. You were tickling my throat pretty good this morning. I think you’ll screw my brains out a lot over the next few decades. ‘Getting back to the subject at hand, Clyde has investors ready to foot the bill to produce four TV shows. We’ll video them and he’llshop them around. He may want us to do a Christmas show, too! He said if he sells one show, he’ll break even. If he sells two, he’ll have a profit and if he sells them all, well, it’ll be great. Then he’ll do the Christmas show for sure.’ ‘I. Keller, Timothy J. November 15th, 1989][D indicates Dr. Keller; J indicates patient; % indicatesunidentified persons][transcribed by Jennifer Phillips on December 17th, 1989]D. Okay, we're recording. Are you ready?J. What do you want me to do?D. I want you to complete what you were talking about yesterday. You said - hold on. [sounds of paper rustling] Here it is. You said, "Every morning." Every morning you what?J. I don't know how to explain it.D. Try.J. Its horrifying. Do you know what that. ” With that my heart sank, I could have cried. Instead choosing to smile politely in an attempt to salvage some level of respect and dignity from my feeble attempt to lure him into my web. I was now running before scouring the bottom of the leather, tampons spilling from the upper clutches of my bag. “Hi Mom,” I said, endeavoring to sound excited. With the call over I returned to the bedside table taking the dining tray back to the kitchen, making my way to the bathroom bag and chattels in.