I have to admit; Inever put much stock into therapy. I probably got a negative impressionof it courtesy of my ex-wife. She went twice a week and it ne...er seemedto help her at all. It took me a while to warm up to Dr. Herzog. She and her husband ran apractice in a posh office in Birmingham. It was a bit of a hike fromwhere I worked but it seemed to help once I got over my initialreticence to open up and share my problems. I had been shut down for solong by my ex- that sharing was scary. One. Maybe this was a good time to practice what his mother had told him about the Ways, or whatever she called them. Manipulation. Influencing the mind. Maybe he could trick Ashley into thinking he was someone else. It would be trickery for her own good. Surely that wouldn’t be too intrusive. Mike concentrated. He walked up and sat down across from her. Ashley looked at him. ‘What are you doing here, Jim?’ ‘It worked!’ Mike thought. ‘She really thinks that I’m her brother!’ ‘Just wanted to talk to. I dove back down the entire length of his cock and held it deep in my throat, listening to his slow exhale and moaning while he started to pump into my face. The feeling that one gets while having a penis fully stuffed down your throat is overwhelming and I was revelling in that feeling, languishing in the knowledge that I owned his cock, he may have believed that he owned my throat but the reality was that his cock was mine to do with as I pleased and as an extension of his cock him as well.It. A sound of lust ... need ... want.Yes, I wanted him. Wanted the unnamed bastion of manhood standing nextto me in the most womanly way possible. The boy at the convenience storehad been a blip. A passing moment. What I'd felt looking at him had beennothing more than the curious impulse of a girl.In contrast, my longing for the manly stud I touched was a sexuallyreligious experience I hadn't known possible.I licked my lips as I drank in every divine morsel of his being, and mythoughts drifted to.