He took me in his hand and started rubbing my dick all over his face. I looked down to see him at work; he was such a handsome young man. He looked so...much like me; it was so gratifying to know that I had made him who he was, with the cock that he was now worshipping.He licked his lips and took me in his mouth. He’d gotten a lot of practice in the short time since I’d turned him; he was getting really good, really fast. He sucked in hard, and I felt the head of my cock slide against the inside. Fter having a restless night alternating having wet dreams about Kathy and having nightmares about The Bitch, a tired Greg shuffled into his office. He took a sip of his coffee, set down his "I I liked how it felt and my orgasms grew in intensity as I experimented in anal play. Things gradually developed from there and one day when my mom was working I went through her closets and underwear. What I found shocked me a little. Buried at the bottom of her drawers was quite a selection of lingerie. She owned corsets and stockings and many different sexy thongs and panties with matching bras. I picked them up individually, feeling the softness and the silkiness and the texture of the lace.. It was not proper, or good for the therapeutic process. When he finished his therapy he vowed to meet her somehow.~~~~Whenever Faith was with the therapist she allowed herself to go into a light trance by thinking of her instructor spinning the pocket watch to put under the student volunteer. It was working. Over the weeks that passed she began to understand that her feelings about sex were slightly warped by her upbringing. She learned to understand what her mother had been going through when.