He pulled up his pants and on the way out, he put an envelop on the table beside the door. I sat there on my knees in the living room, shirtless and s...aking wet. My panties were soaked, and my body was on fire. I could see why someone did this, why they blew guy after guy. It was fucking crazy how turned on I was, and even when I tried to stand up and find in my mind what I had to do for the next few hours, all I could think about was the feel of his dick in my mouth and the heat of his cum as. Even the weather mocked him. Days were always bright. Should have been dark. Dark, gloomy, filled with the thunder and flash of his rage.He sighed again, grabbed his cane and tottered over to where his clothes were neatly laid out for him. Funny, that. Just like she used to set them out during happier times. Maybe she was in the kitchen, not totally gone from his life as he'd thought.The daydreams of past happiness made him eager to find out if he was dreaming her betrayal. He dressed hurriedly. After a few shots of vodka I asked him. ?You know, I?ve always wanted to try out aball-vice. But I didn?t have the courage, and anyone to trust enough tohelp me.? ?I see. And?you mean that I would????Yes. You?re perfect for this. You?re interested in CBT, and moreover you are a doctor. What doyou say??He stayed quiet for a while. ?I?ve neverdone such a thing before ?and with a man ???We won?t do anything like that. It would be only an experiment.?He nodded. In the next few days we planned. After about 10 minutes he came over and asked if I needed anything – a drink, maybe – and I told him I needed some suntan lotion on my back cuz I couldn't reach it, so he started rubbing some lotion on my shoulders and just kept working his way down.''Straight to those buns, ' I muttered.'Actually, no. He skipped over that and did my legs first. He's got such nice, gentle hands. I was getting so relaxed while he rubbed the lotion on me that I was almost asleep. And then – I thought this was.