”“Seriously? I find it hard to believe there aren’t skeptics who question my previous claims.”“Trust me; we deal with mental illnesses every...day. We’re well aware of the tremendous costs involved and our limited abilities to help. If you can allow us to become more productive, we’re all in.”“Good, I’m hoping everyone else will be as easy to convince.”“Trust me, you’ll be surprised. You’re the rock star of psychiatry. What’s more, our clients think you can better relate to what they experience. ” As he continued to walk, with Angel in tow, into his study. As soon as he was inside the study, Scott dropped his hold on Angel’s cuffs. He turned to the others and told them to find a seat and to make themselves comfortable.The room was a fairly large room with wood paneling on every wall that was not filled with wooden bookshelves. And those filled with books. Along one wall were windows that went from floor to ceiling. Except for the wood trim, and a few knickknacks scattered on the. As she sauntered over and knelt before me. ‘It’s so big, I just have to taste it.’ I watched with disbelief as my wife proceed to give me a wet slobbery blow job. But the final straw was when she slowly pulled my ass cheeks forward until her lips touched my balls. I unloaded an enormous load right down her throat. She pulled back to just the head and started to jack the rest of me with both hands. I spasmed again and another enormous wad shot directly into her mouth. As she continued to pump. As Isaid, I?d love now to learn more about you, and as part of that I?ll beasking some sensitive questions that may dredge up unpleasant memories.Trust me ? the tea will definitely help." Exhaling through my nose, Ishrugged and took a sip. It wasn?t terrible, but to someone used todrinking something with Coca-Cola or alcohol in, this berry-flavouredbath water wasn?t my new favourite drink."Don?t my notes tell you about me? What more do you want to know?" Ihuffed, shifting uncomfortably in my.