Shehas requested to go to a sex therapy class for couples and that was what this story is about. We arrived at the class a little early and both o...f us were nervous cause we had not done anything like this before. This was a big step for her and I was proud that she would make this effort. The classroom had a half dozen mats spread out on the floor with one up front by its self. We were the second couple to arrive and were greeted by the therapist, a beautiful woman in her mid to late 30’s. Oh please, oh please she whisperedFeed her your cock he said in a hushed tone and I obeyed by offering her the swollen helmet as her jaw dropped open to search out my prickJosh speeded up his movements and she breathed heavily through her nose as I guided the fattened end of my swollen prick into her welcoming mouth. I pulled my cock slightly back so that I was holding it close to her mouth as she attempted to lick and suck me as she moved back and forth from his thrusts. Her movements left my. We were even driven into underground garages for a lot of the top-shelf boutiques we went to. We spent two hours in the first store as Emi flogged the staff, trying on at least fifteen different styles of shoes that all basically looked the same to me – at first I was game but after the eighth or ninth pair I told her that, and she ignored me afterward. She settled on two pairs and then went for the hand bags. You don’t even want to know what I and the staff went through. She never raised. ‘How can that be?’ Miss Carlson asked, growing angry again. Ashira showed her the receipt. ‘You fabricated this! You don’t want to give me my full tans!’ she exclaimed. Ashira sighed and rubbed her eyes. She’d only been at work for twenty minutes and already she wished she were anywhere but there. ‘Do you have a credit card or bank statement that could prove that you purchased it a few weeks ago?’ Ashira asked. The woman shook her head, and leaned close to Ashira. ‘If you don’t give me back.