After he first began treating patients in his new fashion, Freud noticed that a surprising number of them professed their undying love for him. This p...zzled him, for he knew he was quite unworthy of their affection: he had no illusions about his physical charms. He considered the matter, and eventually figured it out. His patients (usually women, by the way) were transferring to him the feelings that they had felt in early infancy for their own fathers. He had assumed the role of the perfect. I told him I wasn't interested."Please," he started to plead. "I've been working on this for years. Trying to convince her to fuck someone else while I watch. I think she's ready."“You’re being foolish,” I told him. “You don’t really want this. You don’t know where it will lead.”But he kept begging. I told him I'd think about it. Then I got dressed and got the hell out of there. I had no intention of ever going back. “Why do men always have to ask for more?” I asked myself.When I first met. .…you!” she replies.With that, she slides seductively closer and closer to me, until we are face to face, with her left thigh buried deeply between mine, her stocking-clad thigh pressing into my groin to feel the instantaneous reaction her disclosure has triggered.Her hand wanders around my back, to squeeze my buttock, and then she grabs my hand, and slowly, but ever so firmly, pulls me towards, and then into the toilet close by. This is a modern train, and the cubicle is of a decent size,. Sara moved her hands down to his pants and began fumbling with the buttons. She was excited and wanted him inside her right now but at the same time she wanted to make this moment last. She calmed herself and her hands quit shaking as she undid his button then lowered the zipper.After they had finished stripping each other she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself on to him. Her legs wrapped tight around his back and she could feel the tip of his cock pressed against her clit. She.