There was absolutely no one around. It was the beginning of a long holiday weekend and buggering off early was the top priority of the many others who... worked in the building. The therapist was extra dedicated and always put her patients first. Even new ones, she hadn't yet met. I'd come along a back corridor and in through an exit that was supposed to be locked. I'd visited earlier to set it all up. I took a deep fucking breath, gave my cock a last grip, to adjust its swollen. ” Owen grabbed the bag of bagels and the bras and left. I stared at the bagel and smiled. I decided to prop the pillows behind me, and relax. My head was still pounding and I knew I’d need to ask Owen for some ibuprofen and soon. Part of me was still ashamed about what I had done, and even though Owen seemed like a nice guy, I still felt like shit. I started to cry again. Owen returned with my panties in his hand, a knife, a jug of orange juice, two cups, and the bag of bagels. “Why are you. I waited a beat, and tossed a coin in my head. It came up exactly the way I wanted it to.“Sure, but can I ask a personal question?”She looked up, hesitated, then said, “Uh-huh.”“Are your panties wet?”She looked up quickly, startled, and blushed even deeper, then dropped her head again so that her hair cascaded around her face, concealing it, then said, very quietly, “Yes.”I waited a moment, then stood up and held out my hand. “Come with me,” I said in a firm voice, the one I use when I’m making. But I had not seen a set of boobs in several weeks and mom bending over in front of me and scrubing my cock and everything gave me a massive hardon. Mom tried to ignore it as best as she could, but then she sat back and looked at it and then looked me in the eye and said "my poor baby, that looks like it is really uncomfortable, what can I do to help you?" "Mom, you have no idea what this is like, I do not know what to do about that but it is very uncomfortable." I replied. Mom then said "its.