.." the blonde stalled."Jane. Jane Cowan. I'm a psychologist." Jane said."I'm Susan. Susan Rowe. What does a psychologist do?" Susan asked."Nice to me...t you Susan." Jane said, extending her hand.The blonde shook it awkwardly and replied: "Nice to meet you too, Jane." Oh, let's see. A psychologist helps people with their problems." Jane said."What sort of problems?" Susan asked."Mental type problems." Jane replied."Oh, like a shrink?" Susan asked."Well, no. A shrink -a psychiatrist- mainly deals. The young man sat upright, sniffing the air. He then spun about in the chair, looking at her with his icy stare.The look of shock upon his handsome face made Deanara regret having read his private words. His expression immediately turned to one of dismay, then resignation. His mouth moved a few times, then he said. "I hope you did not read that."He enunciated slowly, but clearly, and his voice, though a bit odd was more cultured than her uncle's. She shook her head and smiled. "No, of course, I. As I started making pleasurable sounds he withdrew, quickly inserted a finger or two into my pussy, withdrew them again and plunged his cock deep inside my pussy once more. Again, I moaned at this invasion, but suddenly tried to stand bolt upright as he spread my cheeks and plunged the lubricated finger into my anus. He used his other hand against my back to keep me bent over and continued to push deep into my pussy with his cock whilst using his finger in my arse.When he after a short while. I always knew all these years of fucking you, you were a fag. Now its proven because you really do feel my cock. I heard Matt moaning suddenly. Oh shit Im going to cum too. Right down your homo throat dad. You fucking cock sucker. Then he shoved his cock down my throat completely. Everything started getting black as I tried to breathe. Then there was nothing but blackness. The next thing I heard was loud knocking over and over again. I opened my eyes. I had the covers over me. I looked over and.