I wasn't really in the mood to cook anything big and fancy, so i just made some noodles.I went to the living room, and sat down on my couch. I turned ...n some TV, it was some stupid run of the mill sitcom but whatever. It will do for now. As i ate that creeping feeling of........ I wanna call it despair? I mean it'a not that bad, but i can't really think of anything else to call it so let's just call it despair. That creeping feeling of despair come over me again.I have been doing this for years. "Janet emerged moments later. She had a bright green dress. It had cutouts that showed off her sides and the bottom slopes of her breasts. She shimmied her hips. "Do you think Ryan will love it?" He will," I said, caressing her side up to the bottom of her heavy tit."What are you doing?" she asked. "We're not in your clinic." Just making sure your skin still feels right." I reached her breast, squeezing it. "Everything feels fine." Good," she sighed in relief. "I want to be perfect for Ryan."I. I went to the front desk at the hotel and they sent me to her room. As I entered the room I turned on the boombox and I proceeded to dance. She was dressed like a slut. She wore the same dress she had on the first time we fucked. A white tight fitting dress, with a very nasty deep V down the front. It showed off her big tits perfectly and she knew it. She was also wearing a pearl choker necklace and pearl earrings. As I danced & stripped I had to think of anything but her, try to dance sexy and. “Kara, honey, Steve thinks you should go see Doctor Mercer, the lady who helped him with his problems.”“What? I’m not crazy! I don’t need a psychiatrist!” she shrieked.Actually, Bethany thought she had some kind of diagnosable condition, but that remained to be seen. I did agree with Bethany that she’d had some sort of mental breakdown that needed professional attention.“Kara,” I said gently, “She’s a psychologist, which is a different thing. And nobody says that you’re crazy. You just need.