"Steffi? Please send PatientSmith in for his Special Encounter Therapy session. Thank you." Hespoke to someone on the other end of the line. "Steff...?" I felt abrief bit of jealousy that it was "Steffi" enjoying Dr. Taylor's regularattention and not me. But that was silly as I'd no idea who Steffi wasor if Dr. Taylor's therapy could include sissy gurls like me. I'd notlong to wait as I heard the door being unlocked and in stepped mytherapy patient partner.What I saw nearly took my breath. Clapping and yelling until I turned to Joe. I waved at him, then nodded to Halle on the piano.The sound system here is awesome. I could hear my guitar, and Joe’s bass guitar, each independent from Halle on the piano.When I started singing, the audience was still standing, but they were not clapping or yelling ... Until I sang the first verse of the song. This song has been out a few years, and I wasn’t sure this Nevada crowd had even heard it, until they erupted in applause again.At the end of. And I went down of her. I slowly started massage her asshole with my tongue. Getting nice and wet. Sliding a couple finger in and out. Then I started to get aggressive with it. Eating her ass like a dehydrated dog getting water from a bowl. I was shoving my tongue as deep as it could go into her. Her moaning drive me to get a nasty as I could. Spitting into her ass and licking her all around. I kept going until she finally stopped me. She laid me on the bed on my back. She took off her tank top. Saturday was an excellent day for what I wanted to do, but it is always strange to see how deserted the downtown streets and buildings are on the weekends.The group of people we were meeting with was made up of the Mayor of Tampa, Sandy Friedman, two city councilors who were of Latin heritage, a black community leader, and a minister who is instrumental in helping the homeless.After introductions and serving everyone coffee and water, I introduced myself, telling them that the intent of this.