"Good," the Therapist said assertively. "Now let's make you two comfortable. I understand sex takes place in the bedroom, and you have a large bed?" ...Yes," Safira replied.The Therapist locked the door. And took a clean duvet from a large cupboard and spread it on the floor. She also took a small camcorder from her desk drawer "For notes" she explained."Now how do you generally go to bed. Underwear, do you need to borrow some pj's." She enquired."No" Safira offered " I go to bed in a bra and. Can you take dick fah real?”“Yes, sir!”“Don’t just say dat. A nigga ovah heah hard as fuck!”“I’m for real, sweetie.”“How far away you is?”“Like fifteen minutes.”“Aight”The five-foot-nine-inch, one-hundred-forty-five-pound effeminate man drove his metallic blue 2010 Ford Focus right at the speed limit. In the past year he had been pulled over three times. Twice he got out of the ticket because he sucked the cops’ dicks.“Wheah you at now,” the horny and high dude pressed.“Just got on the. . . d-dyingnow, I have . . . prophetic power. I foresee it: y-you'll be a mighty fairyhunter. You'll stalk the . . . b-biggest of fays, and you'll . . . make them . . . cry bitter tears . .. just like me! Just like me! Yes . . . you'll do to them . . . what you'vedone to me!" And with these words, she redoubled her weeping. Gottfried smiled. "A wicked little missy like you is one thing; but how coulda humble tailor like me bring some giant fay to tears?" Rather than answer,the fairy just cried,. I nodded that I trusted her and asked her to get on with the game.My next question was “Do you finger yourself?”. She looked at me and asked me if it was a question or a command for her to follow. She looked up and said in a low “your wish is my command master”.Now I certainly knew where this game was headed. I could feel a bulge in my shorts. I had worn a tight one that day unfortunately and it hurt like hell I just wish I could pull out my cock and stroke it a few times to relieve the built.