Katy helps me screen guys so I don’t get ratted on and lose my medical license.”“But no pressure!” Katy quickly interjected. “I just wanted ...o introduce you. You don’t need to do anything if you don’t want to.”So I was brought here to fuck the doctor? The past few months had been strange in terms of sexual exploration, but this was a whole new level. I was going to need a minute to wrap my head around this.I wasn’t going to get it.“Never mind,” Dr. Perkins sighed as she turned toward the door.. I hoped they were the men I saw go in earlier. I started stroking while I watched the big screen cocks and watched for movement in the seats. Eventually 1 guy got up and headed to the back where I was. When he passed between the walls I was there with one heeled foot on the bench and my dick hanging below my skirt. I acted like I didn't notice him. I could hear him rubbing his dick. He kept inching closer to me and then I felt it. His hand cupping my ass. I looked at him and started stroking.. I sucked on her labia as she purred, "Oh David, mmmmm." I loved hearing that sweet voice, muffled as it was through 135 lbs. of woman.I lifted her a little and turned her around and looked down at my dick, wet with her delicious saliva. Her pussy was just as wet as I mounted her from behind, sliding in and out of that beautiful ass. We rocked back and forth as I sunk my inches into her sopping wet vagina, deep, deep, until she squealed like a baby. The combined wetness of her blowjob and pussy. She’d been passed around while she grew up in Oregon. She and the other commune kids had been public property. And these days Katie’s husband, Jefferson, wasn’t really the jealous type.No, Katie wanted reassurances. That she was a good mother. A good person. That she wasn’t a faded cliche, some hippy-dippy from decades past. That she’d been right about giving her son to her sister. That she mattered.Wanting those human reassurances, needing comforting, was common. Some patients come to therapy.