I knew he would. I made a slurpy noise, with some fuck me sounds in it too, just like I was at the bottom of a milkshake of sperm. I tried to make the...sweetest, nastiest sound I could make, without using any dirty wordsHe liked that. He got all moany and quivery on the other side of the wall. I liked it, too. Okay, now this was starting to be fun. I wanted him to come into the room. The cock sucking made me want to do more, especially something to his ass.He said it cost too much for that.He. After she got drunk one night and hit on him right in front of me four years ago. I prevented it, as he was also married and it was not something we had ever discussed. The next night, after he went home to his wife, I video recorded “K” as I fucked her from behind, facing the camera while she massaged her clit. I had her walk through the previous evening’s events. She had gaps in her memory, at one point asking me if she had fucked him, not remembering if she had or not. But she did remember. Jayne her confidante was doing her best to persuade Lilla that Harold was a good catch, “Look it’s just the wedding night and then you can screw anyone you like, you won’t have to be a virgin anymore.”“That bird’s well and truly flown,” Lilla admitted.“Oh fick,” Jayne gasped, “It’s the first thing they’ll check.”“You did realise didn’t you? Egbert, the fit gardener?” Lilla asked.“I thought you just tossed him off,” Jayne protested.“No, full 20 centimeters,” Lilla grinned, “Pulled out though,. The way I was." I'm very pleased to hear that. Good luck to you, Mr. Rideout."I wasn't surprised he couldn't give me a direct referral, but I should have realized our insurance carrier for the city would be able to. I called their information number and got a list of potential doctors and practitioners to use. I had no idea who to use or how to decide, so I chose to begin with psychologists. Not all of them were doctors. I picked a name that sounded likely and called his office."I'd like to.