I hung around the outside hallway for ten minutes or so, watching men cruise the area. I finally made eye contact with a striking and professional l...oking black man. He smiled at me and I entered a booth and left the door unlocked. A couple minutes later after I had gotten hard from watching the porn, he entered and locked the door behind him. I was sitting and he stood in front of me giving me a strong hint he wanted to be sucked. I started to unzip his pants and as he unbuckled I. Misty walked hand in hand as he led her to their room. He handed her the key, and she opened the door. The room looked romantic, with a dozen roses sitting on the desk in a vase. There were also several rose petals on the floor, the whole room was softly scented with their scent. ‘Are you sure you still want this?’ Eric asked tenderly. He wanted to be positive that she did not feel pressured in any way. Misty remained silent, turned her back to him, and slowly unzipped her dress. She turned to. Somebody who, I believe might help you figure out a few of your own hidden truths. There's of course no obligation here. It's entirely up to you but I think it might prove efficient.”“An other therapist, you mean?”“Not at all. This person is a woman, just a couple of years older than you, who has been a patient of mine and whose psychological profile resembles yours a lot. She didn't carry the tragic past you do, but she came to me about the same kind of depression and feeling of. My lips start on your thighs, tracing a path forwards, light touches to drive the anticipation further, make you forget your surroundings. Of course that's impossible and you'd be checking quickly around yourself to make sure no-one's approaching; one of your hands would be under the desk, unsure whether to push my head away or pull it closer to your throbbing cunt. A little flick of my tongue across your thighs would settle the matter and the pressure from your hand would be forward rather.