And besides that, they shouldn’t be surprised. After all, I do own a sex shop. “Well, Brooklyn, we look forward to hearing your story today,” Dr...Clark said in our group therapy session. Dr Clark was supposedly a renowned psychotherapist, but she looked like a repressed Malibu Barbie. Her blonde hair was tight in a bun, and she wore black-rimmed glasses to make her appear to be an intellectual, even though by the looks of her face and body she had probably been a high-class stripper at one. By now I was getting really excited aboout the idea, it was the first time I'd met someone just for a naughty no strings encounder.I went into the hotel, past reception and headed along to her room, my heart was pounding, with excited nervous energy, looking forward to what was about to happen.I knocked on the door, and it slowly opened, and standing there was just what I was hoping for. She was around 50, short blonde hair, wearing a tight business jacket, white blouse, showing off a nice big. I asked if we could go to the bedroom and he led up the stairs. We both tore off our clothes and jumped onto the bed. His cock was standing hard at least 9 inches tall. I slid down his body and ran my tongue from his shaven balls to the tip of his cock where I lapped off a large drop of precum. Sweet and slippery, it led me to coax more from his shaft. The more I stroked, it flowed in a steady stream into my mouth. Ben sighed loudly and asked me to keep going. I plunged down and pushed the head. The washroom was behind the hall and I suddenly noticed someone’s hand on my shoulder. When I looked behind, I couldn’t think or imagine what I was seeing. She was standing over there behind me in just a lingerie. I was awestruck with my mouth wide open.She said, “idiot are you just gonna look or do something?.”I came back to my senses, jumped from the sofa and lifted her with both my hands and smooched her. I held her from the belly and put her back on the wall. I was eating her like a dog.