I must be alive, I thought to myself. If I had died, I didn’t think Heaven was a hospital room, although the odds were very long that I would be an...ywhere near Heaven. No, the reverse was far more likely, and while Hell might indeed be a hospital room, it didn’t seem likely. Maybe Limbo is a hospital room, but I was Lutheran, sort of, and we don’t believe in Limbo or Purgatory or any of the other Catholic waiting rooms to eternity.I tried to move some more and managed to raise my head a little. The rest of the day was all business, but we did work side by side, as Emily introduced me to the various tasks I'd have to do. The others in the office, it seems, had been briefed by Emily, and treated me just like a normal human being. Imagine that.Emily's presence, along with the feeling of the high-waisted pants and the soft turtleneck of the blouse kept me fairly well aroused throughout the day, though you'd never notice under the smooth front of the pants, thanks to the pantyhose and. My therapist still doesn’t like it. Even when it has been months since I went in for a tune up, she will bring it up and tell me that I need to recognize my destructive behavior for what it is. She says that I need to find a more constructive means of resolving my issues. Which, to her, means additional counseling sessions.But I have been working with her and other therapists for over fifteen years and nothing that she– or any of the other expensive shrinks– has come up with does anything to. The table had been cleared and Val was soon lifted onto the table; it was obvious that not only was she braless she was also knickerless. Her pussy freshly shaven visible to these 2 big black men, they didn’t bother looking in my direction but removed their trousers to reveal two very large cocks that were already growing.One moved between my wife’s spread legs the other moved towards her head, she grasped his cock without being told and was soon sucking on it. I stood in shock as I witnessed.