I was bad that we were both married but at least I was meeting you everyday and I found happiness in that.’ I lifted up her face and wiped her tears...away and said ‘ don’t cry please. I don’t want to remember you crying’.Hearing this a small smile came on her face and I said ‘thats the smiling look I want to remember you by’.She perked up and said ‘ hey this is the first time you have come to my house. What will you have tea or coffee.’ I said tea she gave me a kiss on my lips got up and she. The kiss was so incredibly hot that I blushed. Once inside, he dropped his bags in one of the bedrooms. I watched as he took off his uniform top, and he hung it up in the closet, and threw his "dixie cup" hat on the closet shelf. He walked over to a mirror in the bedroom and flexed a couple of times, his muscles visible under the white t-shirt. I wondered if he was inked, but couldn't see any tatts. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and took his shoes and socks off, and then he made eye. And ... and I would like you to ask me to Present myself to you before I do that.”Jared looked at the girl squarely as he put the last of his things into his briefcase then said, “I hope you know that what you are asking is skirting the bounds of BSC protocol just a little bit. The respected and EXPECTED way of doing things like this is to be ASKED to Present your body and to be ASKED by someone to give them relief should they think they need it. Well that’s according to everything I have been. “Oh, I see,” my mind initially thought of performance issues. I’ve counseled a few folks that had anxieties and other issues that affected their sex life negatively.“No, not performance problems. I just um,” he read my mind and paused again.Thinking about past patients, I pressed him further. “Sexual orientation issues? Maybe another type of dysfunction?”Ulysses shook his head. “No,” he took a deep breath. “Sex is my life. Everything about life revolves around it. I can’t get away from it and.