”I blinked in surprise at that. “Oh. I never thought about that, at least for going crazy.”“Like I said, you’re not crazy, not at all. Now, ... have other patients to meet with today. I’ll give some people the good word that you’re not as nutty as a fruitcake, okay?” he told me.“It’s good that you’re so technical, Doc.”He smiled. “Makes life simpler, doesn’t it? In any case, part of the therapy for survivor’s guilt is to understand precisely what happened. You might not like it, but there are. I smiled in the knowledge of the treat I was about to receive. Becky was many things but she was easily the most talented cock sucker I had ever experienced. She lowered her mouth onto me and sucked the head of my cock. Her tongue and lips moving in perfect synchronicity to allow the perfect amount of suction and release. Her slow movements and cheeky tongue acrobatics cause me to sigh out loud. I lifted my head and saw that the girl was now standing near her window. Her fingers on one hand. “I — in there, by the bed,” she stammered as she pointeddown the hall. “C-can’t you tell me …?” ‘In a minute,” he cut her off. “Wait here while I set thisup. It’s a special attachment for recording from a telephone.I’ll be back in a second.” With that he entered the bedroom and closed the door. Lindawas too shocked by his strange behavior to refuse anything and sathesitantly on the edge of the couch while. Yes, I was a slut but never thought of myself as one, not at the time. Were the guys sluts? They were doing the same thing I was. If guys put out, are they sluts?" I was still an excellent student. I had brains and a body. Looking back, it was too bad I didn't use the brains more. I did find out I could have just about anything or anybody I wanted. Looking back I could see where I was bad, really bad. But at the time I was just having fun. I smoked marijuana in high school and in college..