The next Tuesday a new therapist came to the house, a no-nonsense older matron who mumbled something about Polo suddenly requesting a reassignment to ... different part of the city and she having to switch everything around to take me on. She was not happy about that at all.That was my first inkling that something had changed with me. I was a bit afraid to try it on the new therapist, as she was too austere to even have such thoughts I reasoned and besides, I really had no desire to see her. Tennison followed behind us, "Mr. Davidson, you will notice that we are not providing a banquet as such tonight. We have been instructed to begin your trials for a new smoothie that might just solve the problem of your dietary intake." From the swinging door at the far end of the dining room emerged one of the staff carrying a tall glass containing a reddish liquid. "Mr. Davidson, this smoothie contains just over 12 000 calories," Tennison explained, "it has been modified so that the release of. You know your job.?I knew I had no choice in the matter. If I failed to obey I faced certain punishment myself from her mother. Margaret saw was what coming and realized my situation and suddenly bolted for the carriage house door. Her action caught me off guard for a brief moment but I knew what I had to do. If I made it easy for her to get away, Sarah Anne might grow suspicious about my motives and report me to her mother. Though it pained me to do so, I dashed to the door and grabbed hold of. Then, sucked one last time at her clit before pressing my face hard into her pussy. Into her flesh, I said, inaudibly to her but very clearly to myself, "Marry me, Lizvette."She tensed and held my head tight between her thighs, and so closely against her pussy breath was impossible. "Uhhhh! Oh God! Yes! Yes Mister Conlin! Yes!". . . I lowered her feet gently from my shoulders and let her legs fall freely over the bedside as she caught her breath, licking her lips and waving away wisps of loose.