To let them decide is good, but I hope it doesn't come back to bite you. I love her, but she surprises me with some of the ideas she can come up with.... You know you just sent eight women to talk to the preacher about your fate, don't you?"I looked at him, thinking fast about what he said. I felt like smacking myself for not going along. He was right, and knowing how much Myrna loved to pull off the unexpected and with Sally and Kat being right in the middle of things, I realized I just might. I gave the pill and she took it, I told her to sleep and she looked very gloomy and sick.As I returned to my room and going to enter a different sound came from Zarin’s room. I ran to her room and saw that she was vomiting lying on the bed; soon I got water and sprinkled on her head and face. Her eyes looked reddish and looked bewildered around her. I asked her about the problem but she could not reply.I told her to rinse her mouth with the water of mug. She went to rinse and took some water. I could feel her soft hands now examining my cock and balls. Dr Talon had squatted down so that she was at eye level with my groin. With her left hand she cupped my balls and with the right was holding on to my penis, pulling back the glans, gently gliding her k** leather fingers over the delicate skin of the head. Her grip alternated between gentle fondling and firm squeezing. A soft moan escaped from my lips. I could feel her breath against my cock, her face so close examining, feeling,. The answer of my therapist was clear no. The disease was very stubborn to improvement. People had to seek out therapy themselves. After that suicide attempt, she had been in mandatory counseling. None of the therapists could work with her. The head of the institute talked with her a few times and finally released her. When I told her that I was seeing a therapist myself, she looked at me very worried. She was very focused on finding out all that my therapist said about her. I never told her.