Just as he was about to turn away from his door, intending to get the spare key the office always kept, when he heard a noise from inside his flat. Th...re was someone in HIS flat. He looked at the lock closely, now noticing the flat was unlocked already. So someone had his key, and had decided to sneak into his flat? He slid his leather coat off his scrawny shoulders, intending to barge in and catch whoever it was red-handed, rather than get help from his flatmates. Drawing in a deep breath of. Owww!Guilt and shame can have a negative impact on therapy, and I intended to purge these negative feelings from my client. While under hypnosis I had imparted a scenario to her that had me finding her drunk and verbose, tearfully telling her tutor about the abuse at the hands of her uncle, the uncertainty of her sexual identity, the high she got from teasing, and even her private masturbatory fantasies. This enthralled surrender of her denial was cathartic, but I wanted the truth to be. Our day passed really well with our friends with all fun and good games. And we finally reached home.I got fresh up and went to hit my bed. As I was lying on the bed thinking about what all happened today. Those thoughts of our body crushing and other things struck me hard and gave a boner within no time. As I couldn’t control my self I started stroking my tool.After a few minutes of being lost in those thoughts and stroking, I came and that gave me a good relaxed feeling. But that wasn’t good. At over 6ft, you could see his shirt tighten as muscles flexed when he walked around the room. Just listening to his powerful voice made my nipples stir underneath my blouse. I am eighteen, 5ft3 with a petite, curvy figure. I always got attention from the boys because of my bright blue eyes, dark hair and DD breasts. However, eighteen year old boys did nothing for me. I wanted a man, a real man. I wanted Mr Carlo and I wanted him bad. I imagined him talking to me after the lesson about my poor.