I knew she was completely in and I enjoyed every moment. My hands moved from massaging her breasts to her stomach area completely unbuttoning her shir... and slide down to her inner thighs and crotch. Wasting no time in rubbing my palm against her pussy which wanted to be touched. Her butt was moving in the couch as I rubbed my plan and gave pressure at the clit area which was the lower end of the zipper. 10 full minutes gone by and we were feeling hot, her pussy wet, my dick was hard with. I'd found the name of someone called Dr Alice Brooks from an addiction helpline (yes, that was how bad I thought it was!) and liked the idea of talking to someone who was well-qualified and who'd probably heard it all before. I made an appointment for late on a Friday afternoon – the last appointment of the day, I'd been told.Dr Brooks' office was discreet and modern – in a tenement building in the centre of town and a very expensive area; there was clearly money to be made in the therapy. ’ She gave a delicious shiver, her breasts quivering delightfully. ‘Mmm, that sounds like fun.’ She bent and extended her tongue, like a cat, pointing it and licking the underside of my prick from balls to crown. It twitched and achieved the impossible by getting even harder. Alison giggled, that warm, fruity gurgle that I remembered so well, and did it again. She looked up at me, eyes sparkling, and opened her mouth to envelop my prick. I was lost in a sensation of warmth and wetness. Alison. You try to rub your thighs together to cum, but it's impossible! You scream into your gag!You notice I'm talking to a cute woman on the curb before going into the station building. And fear it's someone we know! You see me pointing to the truck. And you can see its no one we know, but who are you?? As I enter the building. The woman is now walking toward you, and there is not a damn thing you can do to get out of the situation! She walks behind the truck out of your vision site. You give a sign.