Is there anything you need to do to get more comfortable? Is there anything you need me to do?’ Mike placed his hands on each side of my hips.’ If...you would mom, raise up some so I can position myself better.’ I understood what my son was saying. I raised my ass in the air as high as I could. I felt one of his hands come off of my hip. I knew what he was doing with it. I started lowering myself back down on Mike. I felt the head of his dick at my entrance. I lowered myself more. His dick easily. Sheprobably doesn't want to be my therapist because I'm so perverted. Sonaughty. I'm a bad boy and she doesn't want to be my mommy .... What?What did I just think?Just then, the door swings violently open, and Dr. Masterson confidentlymarches into the waiting room, peers through me, turns around and returnsto her office.I'm shaken from the Freudian slip I had of her being my mother, so it ison wobbly knees that I follow her back to her office.She's wearing a long, flowing skirt today, and. They set off and Becca was amused to see Polly, when they were out of sight of the home, slide her hand into Garry's.Steven was indeed very impressed with the carvings. "If they were to build up a stock I'll bet they could sell them for quite a lot," he said."I'll show these ones around," said Becca, "and see if anyone's interested."Becca contacted the girls she had previously turned down for Damsels and invited them to come for an interview. All three were delighted. She arranged separate days. I wrecked Daddy’s car! I masturbated in the hallway! I do that all the time, begging to be fucked by Daddy, acting like a slut.”“Yes,” Mommy moaned. “A slut ... You’ve been such a handful. You’ve made me so angry. I thought I should suppress it, but...”“But when you’re angry at me, you have to discipline me!” I moaned. “Make me submit to your punishment.”“Oh, young lady, we will,” Daddy said, his hands stroking my sides, his dick half-hard in my pussy.“Yes, yes, you’ve been such a naughty.