How pitiable a creature man is, willing to forego his passions and snuff out his ardor as long as he gets some head. But, as I was about to get some h...ad, I promptly stopped caring about any passions not related to Lexi’s glistening lips. And fuck my ardor ... cuz blowjobs.The fly of my trunks was a threaded shoelace so it took her a minute to work it open. In the meantime, I leaned back against her desk, hands on the edge, and watched her fingers work to free me. My cock became harder and. Eyeing the oddly-shaped implement skeptically, she pointed it toward her foot. Uncertain of its durability, she first drew the fingers along the itching sole lightly. The feeling was strange, more like real fingers than the bony projections, with a touch so light it tickled. Pressing more firmly, she was sure she felt a hand on her foot and she pulled it away in surprise. Unable to resist trying again, she soon concluded that it was no illusion.This device must be enchanted! she thought. I must. Chad seemed to hesitate. The little thought-bubble icon appeared on my phone, but then it vanished; then it reappeared again. Thinking of you too, he finally wrote. Miss you already. Then he added an emoji.I couldn’t take it anymore. I plopped into bed, yanked my pants down, and started jacking off. I kept thinking of Chad while I did it. I imagined he was going at it too, preferably thinking of me, just a few blocks away. I kept fantasizing about his hard cock, and how his fist must be. She didn’t think any man would want her. Also, she was very insecure about both her body and her sexuality. She was so frail. Or at least she appeared that way. That’s how she got men. She had them convinced that she was this frail little thing. She was actually a great big slut with a voracious sexual appetite and a talent for manipulation and deception. She came to my practice mostly because she was bored and like all people with a psychologically based sexual dilemma, she craved attention..