It is bothering me. I keep thinking that I must be abnormal or mentally sick." "Tell me what's causing you to feel that way," said Dr. Johns. I paused...for a minute. "I don't know where to begin?" "Begin where ever you feel the most comfortable," she replied. "Well I should probably begin when it first started... I am 49, a lawyer and in good physical shape. I've been told I am tall, dark and handsome, but I don't believe every thing I hear. I am married and have a daughter and step-daughter. My. I recognize the black guy as our next door neighbor, Thomas. He was the gang banger type, baggy clothes, always playing that rap music at loud volume. I never did like him, but I was always courteous just to keep the peace. Cathy is coming like I've never seen her come before. And then I hear her say, "Oh, Thomas, I just love your cock. It's so fucking big." "Bigger than your husbands?" he asks. "Much," she says. Then she adds, "Compared to you, he doesn't have a cock, just a clit." OUCH! I. On top of all of this was her strap-on, the cock was about 5", not too big, but I'm a beginner, so big enough to be enticing."Okay take off the pretty clothes, and put on the slutty clothes I bought for you." She then went to the bag and got out the black pumps, black seamed pantyhose, garter, short black leather skirt, a wide belt, the satin blouse, some fake pearl necklace and bracelets. I got dressed and she allowed me to admire myself in the mirror for a few moments.Once she thought I had. I followed your advice and look where it got me.’ ‘You didn’t follow my advice,’ Elizabeth said quietly but sternly, ‘because I didn’t give you any. I made a suggestion, that’s all. You interpreted it in your own way. That’s all my job is, at the end of the day. I interpret you, and you interpret what I say to you. Most people will get it spot on, one hundred per cent correct, first time, every time. But that doesn’t mean you’re in a small minority. There are a lot of people out there who will.