After all, who knows more about a woman than another woman?...Kristin and Dianne were obviously very much in love with each other. You could feel the ...assionate heat they generated even before they touched each other. They made me sit in a chair while I watched them in bed. They each wore a negligee, and I could see the outlines of their breasts and of their black triangle of hair where female sexuality resides. They obviously loved the way they were dressed, since they looked at each other. "Sorries can wait. I brought the psychologist, so I want everyone toleave, so they can talk."Everyone left, and an older woman came in."Hello. I'm Dr. Morrow. And please don't make the obvious joke." Wow. It must suck having a name like that." It can, on occasion. Now, let's begin our little session, shall we?" I guess." Look. I wont claim to understand what you're going through. But I willlisten, and I might just be able to help you deal with this." Okay. I want out of here, so I'll. "Bend over that divan", he orders. She drops to her knees and bends over, her white ass opening as she unexpectedly showcases her pussy. She enjoys his finger gliding gently over her, slowly parting her lips. Her pussy aches to be filled as his fingers strokes her clitoris as they gently push between her lips. His other hand has her wrists secure and is holding them behind her back. Although they are not bound any more, she feels as if his grip is stronger even than the rope he had used in the. I just said it because I knew it was what he wanted to hear.”“That’s good. Thinking of what he wanted to hear instead of what it would do to me to hear it. You say you love me. Where was that love when I walked in the door? Did I hear “Look out Frank; he’s going to hit you.” Did you protest when he tied me to the chair and then put it where I had no choice but to watch what the two of you were doing? Did you maybe say that if he was going to tie me to a chair he should at least put me in.