Anyone could see that the man was in distress; it didn't take a psychologist to figure that out. The first thing was to get him calmed down a little, ...onica decided, work through the crisis, then look at the long-term situation. It didn't help that he had hardly said a word since he came in."OK, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard began, deliberately using his first name to establish rapport, "calm yourself down if you can. I'm here to help you. Nothing is going to hurt you in this office. Try taking three. The senior partner was nowhere to be seen and I was hoping hewouldn't show up today.The clothing he had made me wear was proving to be very uncomfortable, therubber was restrictive and the butt plug would never give up torturing medespite my attempts to ignore it.At 1200hrs I got a call from the office manager and he had told me that Iwas to move to another desk. The desk was directly opposite the seniorpartner?s door...Oh no!!!! The desk was the 'open' kind and had a glasstop, that mean that. I began lacing up the second. This time she plunked her foot down on the inclined bench right between my legs near my crotch. I couldn't tell if it was because she was trying not to bend her leg so much, or for some other reason. It didn't matter, and it didn't make a difference. I still got plenty of looks up her dress. When I was finished I looked at her face. She was smiling broadly at me. At the time I didn't exactly know why. Now, of course, I do.She got up and repeated her trip over to. She missed her asshole of a husband... he was the only man she'd ever fucked.Carl had taken her cherry when she was still in high school. He'd gotten her pregnant with Matt, so they'd had to get married in a hurry. They'd fucked like sex-starved bunnies ever since, and Donna was used to it. She needed that regular good fucking, needed it desperately, although she hadn't been aware of her need till Carl suddenly left her.Now she stripped hurriedly and carelessly, tossing her clothes in every.