My dick is a respectable six and a half seven inches on a good day rock hard, its nothing compared to those monsters you see on the internet but it do...s what ever its told. I rotated between nipples and her mouth my left hand held her close to me while the right played with her pussy. I got my fingers nice and wet the tips went in and out and I used my knuckle to massage her clit. She grabbed my hand and I had a moment of panic thinking I fucked up but she moved to to her ass hole. I played. A small brass sign that says Dr. Preston Stafford, but doesn’t indicate that I’m a psychologist.I avoid crowded downtown locations as well as areas that are mostly residential. A mix of low rise offices, restaurants, shops, works well. And I prefer there to be enough foot traffic so that my patients don’t stand out.With Katie however, my office could be in a water tower. She lives in her own trippy world.I was the third therapist that Katie tried. We clicked and we’re now in our fourth year. "Who then?" She demanded "You never mentioned anybody in your counselling sessions, oh yes I have seen the notes. But in any case if we are to go on seeing each other you're going to have to be truthful with me". It was a key moment and I weighed it up. I relaxed a little, smiled and shook my head."No, never. I kissed somebody once but that's all - and she didn't kiss me back so it doesn't really count does it." For a moment she looked at me with great pity. "Well that's more like it" she said,. I was about to cum when she stopped. “Come on,” she said, opening her car door and bathing both of us in additional light. I followed her into her house, though the laundry room. She tossed her purse on to the couch and took me by my left hand, pulling me towards the master bedroom. I didn’t say a word. “Lay down,” she instructed as we entered her bedroom. I crawled on to the four-posted bed, positioning myself on my back, stretching out, and propping my head up with two of the overs-zed and.