My God, the sensation is more than I can stand, and when your lips encircle my hungry clit, orgasm washes over me, causing me to scream out in ecstasy... For awhile, you tenderly caress my body, awaiting my senses to return. Waiting for my pounding heart to subside. I can feel a slight, repetitive motion on the bed and I imagine that you are slowly stroking your cock. I’m dying to hold it in my hand, to feel it warm strength. But still, I can do nothing. You ask me if I am ready for you and I nod. I was terrified that he would tear me apart. Ignoring my pleas, he used his fingers still slick with my pussy juices to run over my very tiny rear door. I gasped as he pushed one and then two fingers into my asshole. At first I was paralyzed with pain, but as my hole was stretched to accommodate the intrusion, my arousal took over and I began to thrust back against him, wanting him to fuck me in both holes. The bastard laughed, saying that I really was a little slut, as he pulled his fingers. So, you’re saying there is absolutely no chance of getting in your panties?’ ‘Yes she does think that, and I’m not even going answer your question,’ she said with a chuckle. ‘In all honesty, I really haven’t met anyone to compare to you. Or more accurately, that compares to the sixteen year old you. I don’t know you now, so I can’t say if anyone measures up to you.’ ‘You were always the sweetest little boy. It looks like you just might be the sweetest man, too.’ We arrived at her hotel and I. Sighing wouldn’t be professional under the circumstances. Instead I gave her that careful patient look that sometimes elicits gushes of words from those patients of mine that have a great deal to say but hesitate to say it. Stephanie didn’t notice my carefully controlled look. Her head was bowed down and her face covered by her hair. She was curled up on the biggest couch in my office, a tiny spot of suffering in a pool of beige leather. ‘I’m worried about you Steph,’ I said gently. ‘Turning to.