She was wearing a blue saree with a mini sleeveless blouse! She had put light make up on. Her hair was tied in a bun and the usual ornaments she wore.... necklace, ear rings and bangles in each hand to go with it.“Come in.” She said. I went in. The room was dimly lit with the ceiling lights. The closed windows were covered with nice curtains and to add to that, aroma oil was burning somewhere in the house. It was a perfect atmosphere for date. She closed the door. As soon as I turned towards her,. Cheryl had no sense, what was happening to her but obeyed. Next moment she felt her hands being gripped and a cold metal locks clicked, clicked. Actually, he had pulled her arms back and slipped a pair of handcuffs, while she only protested a little. Dan asked her if she wanted to pass this course or not and even well- before she answered, he pushed her face down in the sofa. Her blond hair fell on her face getting red with shame. Now her pants were removed off her body. With her arms behind. Please, sir?. He shook his head and said ?Young lady, I am not Dr. Putz, I deal in symbolism not direct assault on the seat of your problem. I have called him up and you are scheduled for a VID session next week. That should satisfy you. Besides, it is fifty minutes after the hour and I have another patient waiting.? Once again she asked, ?Please doctor, if you could give me a dozen strokes with a cane, I would be forever grateful.? But the Psychiatrist refused to indulge her further. . Then I felt Arfa aunt’s hairs on my thighs, inner thighs. It tickled me. I being very sensitive at that age slightly opened my eye to see what she was up to.Arfa aunt was smelling my crotch and then she started rubbing her smooth white cheeks on my thighs.OMG! Is this really happening?!!Aunt slowly sniffed my underwear and kissed my cock underneath. For a 20-year-old guy, this was more than enough to get a hard-on. My cock was twitching but still tightly gripped under my Frenchie.She started to.