She was waiting at the top of porticoed granite stars. We shook hands and I followed her indoors, through a long corridor and to a sumptuous lounge. M...nica poured coffees and we chatted. I admired many contemporary paintings in the room, she had a good eye, but she said they were all her deceased husband Marcel’s choice. We agreed dates, times and I offered to prepare an invitation email to be circulate to the members outlining my sessions, which Monica accepted.“We could do that together. She also said the dog was a surprise but she would do it again as well. She started to cry and sobbed the second appointment was too hard. She said "It seemed like they all really hated me. I was afraid they were going to kill me." I did tell her they wanted to that is why they will not get to use you again. I said from now on if anyone wants to use you for gang bangs they can take you where ever they want but if it is to torture you they will have to use room 4, 5, and 6 here so I have some. This kid was fucking bursting with cum. He blinked nervously once again. ?And why did they send you to me?? ?You’re a kind of..um?sex therapist, right?? He looked down and with one hand fiddled with his sneaker. ?Speak up Daniel. You’ve acted in how many films now? Surly you can speak louder than that, or do you only act with a microphone up your ass?? He twisted in his chair and blushed a bit. ?Eh, no, sorry. I’m just a bit scared. You’re a sex therapist. The studio. ’ ‘Little One, you may stay here with me as long as you are happy. Unpack your suit case. You have a dresser and a closet. We will go shopping for clothes this afternoon. Daddy will be down stairs preparing our lunch. Come down when you are finished.’ Little One sat on the bed and ran her hand across the satin comforter. She opened the door beside the closet and found a large bathroom with a deep claw foot tub, a sink and a toilet. There were two robes hanging beside the tub. One was a fuzzy.