50pm on a Friday afternoon. I had spent the last fifty minutes bored out of my mind, listening to my maths teacher Mr Carlo drone on about something I... knew I would never understand. Yet, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. Whilst he had to be at least in his forties, it was clear that under his tight shirt Sir was big and strong. At over 6ft, you could see his shirt tighten as muscles flexed when he walked around the room. Just listening to his powerful voice made my nipples stir underneath my. ” he said and gently stood me up and turned me around, wrapping his arms around me from behind. I was smiling as I leaned back into him, feeling his big hard cock pressed against my lower back. He leaned down and kissed me on the top of my head. With a little chuckle he brought his big hands to my waist and lifted me into the air and tossed me onto the bed. I started giggling when I landed on my hands and knees and looked back over my shoulder at Greg. He had a huge smile on his face and was. .and I only play with her," I told her.With a look of disappointment, she turned and walked away, blowing me a kiss over her shoulder, searching for my replacement in the group near my wife.I decided it was time. I went over to where my wife stood surrounded by horny men and took one guy’s hand off her ass. I pulled her close and kissed her, putting my hands on her ass, as I pulled her into me."Sorry boys, time to go find your own goddess," I called over my shoulder as we left the party. I led. Was she even allowedto give therapy? And what kinda therapy do you give someone like me? I'mnot crazy, I just have an extra-universal brain entangled on a subatomiclevel with my own.It looked like her office was in a practice that specialized in QES.Prosthetics specialist, transplant surgeon, Cybernetics engineer...thisplace was about as specific as you could get. I opened the door to thepractice and was greeted with that horrid "new office" smell. Not-quite-dried paint, cleaning chemicals,.