” asked my husband to which I said why not let us give it a try.Then began the frantic search for a therapist; my husband looked for couple of optio...s. All were willing to offer me a massage but wanted to eventually have sex with me. I lost hope that we will get a good therapist. However my husband kept the frantic search and he found Nishant (we call him Nish). He sounded as a good person and spoke in a professional manner. He even shared his pic with us. My husband shared the link to my. Paul could feel Pansy taking over. He could feel the words forcingthemselves out of his mouth as he rushed down the hall trying to find aprivate place.He couldn't help it. He needed to say it. He whispered into the phone,"OMG, I need to be making men cum."He opened one of the meeting rooms. DAMNIT. It was being used.The voice on the other end said in a loud, clear ultra-girly voice, "OHMY GOD, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM!!!!"Paul/Pansy could feel herself shaking with the need to be aligned.. ,.. Lekin jab use yeh sab pata chala to usne bhi zindagi apni marzi se jeene ka faisla kiya hai,,, isliye mere ilawa uska koi frend nahi hai,,, so she said that I need u Jammu aur mere gale lag k rone lagi,,, maine use bahut mushkil chup karvaya,, aur usko kaha main hamesha uske sath hu, ,, aur fir hum apne apne ghar aa gaye,,,, agle din uska phone aya,,, k usne apne husband ko bol diya hai k wo apni kisi frend ki ring ceremony k liye do din k liye delhi ja rahi hai,,,, aur uske husband ne. Her nails gave me goosebumps and I nearly swooned. Nearly. ‘She sent word, and you’re due for the full treatment,’ she said. She took my hand and led me towards a hallway in the back. As we walked, she leaned closer to me and whispered, ‘You’re so pretty, just like your sisters. You must be heaven sent.’ Mistress Jane smirked, as she watched Summer lead the now dazed Ashley to the sordid back rooms at the tattoo and piercing parlor. The cameras sending a live feed to her office. Reaching.