She had set her purse down on the couch. “Mrs., uh, Cooper?”“Emily Cooper, Doctor. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”“What seems...to be the problem, Emily?”Mrs. Cooper gave the therapist a nervous look and looked sheepishly away. “Well, it’s just so hard to say...” She paused. “It’s my husband.”“You have a problem with your husband?”She blushed at this. “Well, I mean, no not really, it’s just...”“Well, let me ask you a few questions. Is your husband abusive to you?”The woman looked. .The grip on my head gets stronger, and, suddenly, it's in my mouth,big, hot, smelly, going deep, hitting the back of my throat, and I gagand try to pull back to no avail as my mouth is ruthlessly fucked,hearing the cheers and laughter around me, and then the grip on my headgets even stronger and I am pilled on the cock that is already at theback of my throat, and I rile on it as it suddenly pushes past thepoint of resistance and forcefully enters my throat, and keepsentering, deeper and. Red hot from the excitement before, it took a life of its own as it twitched and throbbed in the presence of a familiar face that was ready to engulf it in a tight wet tunnel of pleasurable bliss. It oozed out a clear liquid, a large drop of it swelling at the tip, an open signal for her to follow.She positioned herself well so that she was comfortable, making sure her tits were in full view as her hand reached to carefully grip onto the shaft of his cock, stroking it lightly to squeeze out. Shirley thought it was now time to take the next big step in her conquest. It was time to see if she could turn this young almost man into a man. She saw that Dexter was just finishing up and preparing to leave. She untied the top of her two-piece bathing suit and raised herself up on her forearms, making sure he would get a good view of her breasts."Hey Dexter, there's cold lemonade up here if you'd like a glass," She said.Yes, ma'am, I would. just as soon as put away my tools," He replied.