He grabbed a handful of her hair and made her turn to him. He leaned in close to kiss her. She closed her eyes and puckered her lips ready to receive ...him. When he didn’t kiss her, she opened her eyes. He gave her hair a yank before letting it go to give her another spank.“Ah!” she cried out, wincing.He slid his hand under her T-shirt to squeeze her breasts again. He squeezed them hard and gave the nipples a pinch.“Take me upstairs now,” she said to him, standing up and leaning into. They were both keen on meeting up that night, so I invited them both over, but things don't always go smoothly.I had dressed earlier in the evening and was wearing a black bra, black waist clincher and matching skirted panty suspenders. I love skirted panties. For those that are unfamiliar with these, they are like normal thongs or mesh-back panties that have a short frilled skirt attached to the waistband. Sometimes, like the ones I was wearing on this occasion, they have detachable suspender. I drank myself into a stupor, beat the crap out of two people at a bar, and finally tried to kill myself. After all that bullshit, I decided to look into getting some help. My family therapist was always a hard ass about every little thing that would comipse flying out of my mouth. A friend of mine, let's call her patch, kept telling me that a therapist who was that hard on a person was doing their job wrong and that I should stop seeing him."You should have a shrink who listens to EVERYTHING. “I never wear shoes,” he said as he let me in. He smiled, his eyes moving up and down my body. “Nice,” is all he said, nodding and looking into my eyes.“Thanks,” I responded as I walked in and glanced around the small room. Two walls were filled with books and several books lay open on the floor next to a dark green chair with a lamp next to it. A closed laptop sat on a small desk. A round oak table was near the kitchen and was set with two bowls and candles.“I made us some soup–more of a.