1. In Therapy


    Date: 2/12/2017, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Fetish, Author: TheCompanion, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Tim looked at the shiny plaque outside the door and his heart sank. He was pretty pissed that it had come to this, that his wife had sent him here of all places. He supposed it was to do with her strict catholic upbringing that she just didn't understand him - or even tolerate him - at all anymore. It wasn't always like that, she was fun once and liked to try new things, but after the birth of their son things changed. She was distant and never wanted to touch him let alone have sex. He sighed and walked in, gathering all the positivity he could muster, and addressed the receptionist. A plain girl, he thought, but I'm sure she must be good enough at her job. "I'm here for the 5.30 appointment with Dr Benedict. Tim Williams." The receptionist looked up with a sigh of relief. "Thank God for that, I thought I was about to hit overtime there if you were running late. Have a seat the doctor will be right with you." She hit a button on her phone. "Your 5.30 is here Dr Benedict." There was an inaudible murmur from the speaker, and the receptionist tutted. She gathered her coat and bag together quickly and stood up. "The doctor will be out in a minute, there's magazines if you get bored. I'll leave you to it, big night out for me tonight so I escape the madhouse early for a change! Call in the morning if you need me to book another session." And with that she was out the door like lightning. Tim settled in his chair and picked up a gossip mag. Full of inane celebrities with their ...
    tits out, he thought. Fantastic. He mused on what kind of guy this doctor would be - and how secretly judgemental of his proclivities he would actually be. Of course ther****ts cant say so, but they have the same thoughts as everyone else - men who like a little bit of bondage now and again and watch porn just that bit too often are perverts and r****ts and blah blah. They just have to appear to understand and try to figure out why, like you weren't breastfed as a baby or daddy didnt take you to football often enough. Nonsense. He was only going along with this for Amelia's sake, maybe if he showed he tried she would let him back into her bed. He looked at his watch. 5.30 on the dot. The door to the office opened. Punctual if nothing else, he thought. He put the magazine down and looked up. And his jaw dropped. A dark haired woman emerged from the doorway, immaculately dressed with skysc****r heels and a tight bun in her hair and silk scarf round her throat. Wow. Was this another secretary? The previous patient leaving? "Mr Williams?" The woman came towards him and extended her hand. "Paula Benedict. Pleased to meet you." Still in shock, he stood up and shook her hand. He had the impression it was Paul Benedict on the scrap of paper Amelia had handed him after she had booked the appointment for him. Things might be looking up, he thought. "Please, come in and take a seat." The office was ultra modern, as the rest of the building had been. White leather sofas, glass tables, ...
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