My cock started to stiffen for the first time in my life, it felt so good. I then felt a small soapy finger circling my hole, Paul said "relax Joe" as... he slid a finger inside my bottom, Damn that hurts, Paul kept telling to relax and enjoy it. I could feel his finger entering me deeper and the pain had now almost gone. He started moving it slow in and out of my hole, I was now fully erect and really turned on! He removed his finger and it was replaced by a larger soapy finger, the pain wasn't. He was close to me and I could smell his sweat, he was overweight, balding, and always looked as if he never washed.'What's going on Bob', I asked him calmly, his tongue was constantly licking his lips, I was picking up on the littlest of his nuances, his eyes were focusing on my breasts, which I have to admit were more fleshy as my housecoat was open, 'Bob what the fuck are you thinking', I asked him forcibly, 'You're beginning to worry me', and I rose not realizing my nipples were now on. When her jeans hit the floor, David grinned in triumph. Her pussy hair was splayed against the front of her red, sheer panties.“You want it, little one. See how sheer those panties are. You were dressing to get it, when you got dressed this morning.”Laurie blushed, but didn’t say much. She just began trying on what her father handed her.After a while she realized she liked it. He did have good taste. She’d never thought to try a corset or a bustier before, but she like them. The crotchless. Call him that, or "Jamie", not "Jimmy". He hates "Jimmy". Jimmy's a little boy.James slouched in the vinyl chair opposite his therapist. Silent. His gaze darted around the office like a bird wary of predators.The psychologist watched him. Not speaking, examining, his face the standard mask of neutrality. I wonder how they learn that, James thought, learn to look back at you with that blank expression that hides what they're thinking? James wanted to say something that needed to be said but he.