In my defence, just prior to this sordid little episode, I had been diagnosed with sperm-addiction (a self-diagnosis, admittedly). Ironically, what ma...e this experience even more deliciously-depraved for me, was the fact that I was seeing a counsellor for sex-addiction at the time and I got a huge kick out of divulging my sordid secrets to her, in explicit detail. Furthermore, she seemed to have a morbid-fascination for my deviant behaviour, a fascination which very possibly spurred me on to. ” She paused again. I could hear a loud voice.I put my hand out for the phone. Terry had a troubled look but handed it to me. I heard, “ ... a damn what he wants, he has to work through this department.”He was planning to say more I think but had to stop to take a breath. “Who the fuck are you, asshole?”“Uh, I’m Damon Winsler, manager of the investments department.”“Fine. Who’s your boss?”“Uh. Who are you, sir?”“I am the customer you don’t give a damn about what I want, X F Marigold.”“I’m. She let him thrust back and forward in her hand as she kissed and licked the head of his cock before taking it back in her mouth. She wanted him to cum as fast as possible alright, but she wanted to be in control of exactly when and where.It wasn’t that Sahara didn’t like taking a man’s cum in her mouth; it was more that she suddenly found her normally submissive tendencies to be receding. Years of mental conditioning at the Imperial academy had continued with constant indoctrination once she. Geeta was relieved to find in her therapist no condemnation of her, no disgust - just calm acceptance. The second session had taken place on a Friday, and Geeta was puzzled at just how frantic she was to see Ilena again - it was torture having to wait for their next scheduled session on the following Monday. When the appointed time finally arrived, Geeta had explained her strange, desperate neediness, wanting to know what it meant."It's a sign of a process called 'transference'," explained.