The drive to her house was a blur of deep kisses and sensual touches ending with us taking the steps by twos to the door and here dragging me down the...short hall to here apartment. More kisses, we smoked a bowl, some white wine which we hardly touched. She excused herself and returned naked but for some lacy lingerie and coming into the room queried, why do you still have those clothes on. She helped me shed them kneeled in front of me and kissed the head of my cock which cased my body to. As soon as I feel your breathing level out, I take your clit between my panty clad fingertips… my thumb on one side and my fingers on the other side of your clit, rubbing my fingers and thumb together, massaging the fabric against your clit.I moan out loud, lifting my hand off of your tummy and pressing down hard on my lower abdomen, feeling my own breathing growing faster and heavier, closing my eyes and leaning my head back… feeling my orgasm take control, pinching your clit between my. "I wouldn't know how to expense the hookers."I countered, "How about 'Expert Witness?" And what am I to tell the auditors when they ask what area of expertise they had?" She asked playfully.I answered, "Forensic Knot Expert." You're kidding right?"I told her truthfully, "You could always try it. I read about this guy in Great Britain last year. He's a member of the International Guild of Knot Tyers & Forensic Science Society." Okay, I'll bite, how does that make a hooker an expert. .. of course," she answered eagerly."I have a panty fetish." A what?" But then she broke into a smile. "You're just trying to test my responses again aren't you? I think I'm starting to understand you doctor," she said, then swept out of the office with a happy smile on her face. I'd definitely earned my five hundred bucks that hour!"You're disgusting," I heard accused from my doorway two minutes later. I was back sitting at my desk writing up my notes on Katherine's first session. My patient's.