Being a psychiatry student she alsoseemed to know just what to wear and how to move to make the most moneyout of her customers, how to tease them, how...to bleed them,... French maidoutfits, men's suits, pvc, lace and leather.... But that was some timeago and long behind her. Liberty was a psychiatrist now and I was herboyfriend."Wait a minute! This is ridiculous, Dad. You are 100 miles away. Youhave no idea where I am or where I am going," I told my him in my head,knowing I would never say. He still had the pool cue in his hand and started to have stimulated sex with my boy pussy all the time mumbling obscene remarks under his breath. All I could do was stay on the pool table and let him get his sick pleasure, the whole thing must of only lasted 45 minutes before he got bored and left, but it felt like six or seven hours of horror.When Morgan walked into get me for the next task, she simply said, "He's one of our more special clients, but I am sure the next client you will. She suddenly had a bunch of questions, “What is the letter about, and why did you make me get up early on a Saturday? Better yet, why are the girls pissed that you are making them wait?”I admit, “Since we first met, I have kept a secret from you. I couldn’t tell you because there was no way you would believe me. I am sick of never having anybody to talk to about it, so in the envelope is proof. Hopefully, it is enough that you will believe me.”I switched the topic, and they were kind enough not. Our lips met in a long passionate kiss.His arm pressed me closer to his body. My hand that was on his chest, casually reached up to stroke his face. "I don't want to leave this room. I want to stay and cherish the last few hours before I leave. I wish I didn't have to go." I know how you feel. I would love to be able come home after every shift to you."I smiled, our faces mere inches from each other. We stared into each other's eyes, speechless. We were savoring a tender moment, a moment in.