My little dick was rock hard as I let Daddy use my throat for his pleasure. After a couple of minutes, Daddy started breathing very heavily. He asked,..."Are you ready for my cum? Do you want it slut?All I could do was nod, seeing that his dick was buried down my throat. He began to fuck my face even harder than before. Suddenly, he held my head in place and let out a loud moan. As I felt his hot cum shoot down my throat, Daddy began to say filthy things to me. "You are a sissy cum slut. Swallow. "Good evening gentlemen; nice evening."The mayor turned from the huddle and I immediately recognised the lust inhis eyes.'Oh God,' I thought, 'not the same old equation.' He probably thought Iwas some beddable bimbo ripe to submit to his charms. He continued tostudy my appearance as the other staff turned to meet me. I let them gapefor several seconds before repeating myself."I said good evening gentlemen. What can we do for you?"Suddenly they remembered their manners and the mayor quickly. Our eyes met as I walked up to the food court where you were waiting, I felt butterflies; I haven’t felt butterflies in years so I didn’t know what to think. You walked right up to me and gave me a big hug. The butterflies got worse when I smelled your cologne. It was one I hadn’t smelled in 20 years, but it still aroused me the same as it did when I was just a silly teenager; you just smelled so good. My mind went places it probably shouldn’t have. I kept willing you to lean over and kiss me. You’re interested in CBT, and moreover you are a doctor. What do you say?”He stayed quiet for a while. “I’ve never done such a thing before …and with a man …”“We won’t do anything like that. It would be only an experiment.”He nodded.In the next few days we planned everything. I have a house in the suburbs, with a large basement. We bought all the equipment: a large, steel armchair, leather straps, etc.He came to my place one weekend. He had his medical suitcase with him. We went down to the.