You get what you pay for…

You get what you pay for…A few years ago my wife had convinced me to see a ther****t about my insatiable masturbating. Now she has always known about it but after a trip to the hospital for severe dehydration…. because I had been sick but didn’t stop masturbating which had made me even worse…which led to something else that caused a drastic drop in my body weight as well. I was one who didn’t think a ther****t could help me nor did I really want to go to one. But my wife stood her ground and I knew it was better to go to one than hear her nag about it for the next few months. So I began looking for one…The first thing I discovered, is that therapy can be expensive. I didn’t want a guy ther****t either. I had to have a woman because it was easy for me to talk to them now that I was older. It took me a few days to find one that was cheap and available. When I arrived for my first consultation, I had to fill out this long boring questionnaire. It took me over an hour to fill it out. When I finished, I waited another thirty minutes until I met Cassandra. She wasn’t what I had expected. Cassandra was a tall young lady. She had to of been in her early 30’s. She had long blonde/brown hair that pinned up with a few strands hanging down over her shoulders. She had these big glasses that magnified her brown eyes. She didn’t wear a suit but a long flowing yellow sundress with a white cotton top that was much too small to cover her large chest. Her arms were large but tone, you could tell she had an athletic background but the best years were behind her. She was tan, chubby, and attractive. At least I found istanbul escort her so….even if she had one of the biggest wedding rings I’d ever seen.Cassandra seemed to be having a had day when we first met. She tried to smile as we shook hands and then I followed her curvy hips into her room. I had figured there would be one of those couches to lay on as I spilled my guts out to her but there wasn’t one. Just a small desk, three chairs, a few fake plants, a filing cabinet, a book shelf filled with books, and a large window that was tinted with the curtains partially closed. She sat behind the desk in a nice leather chair with a high back, I sat across the desk in a wide chair with a small back. I leaned forward as she began reading off what I had written on the questionnaire. Cassandra seemed to frown about my reason for being here. Then she asked me about my first recollection of masturbating…..It was still so vivid in my mind, I replayed it (in great detail) of looking a Sear’s catalog… finding the lingerie section and how it gave me wood. I quickly took the heavy catalog to the bathroom, locked the door, pulled my pants down and stared at this tan model wearing this lacey see through purple nightie. She had on matching tiny panties. Her hair was a sandy blonde, curly, that just barely touched her shoulders. Her face was very attractive and she smiled. It felt like she was staring at me as I used my right hand to rub myself. I rubbed and rubbed. I liked how it felt as I looked intensely at the picture. Soon I felt the urge but fought avcılar escort it off for a long as I could until…. I exploded. Cum shot out of me, it went all over the bathroom. My body jerked and I moaned as quietly as I could until the sensation faded. When I finished my story, I felt myself getting hard. Cassandra leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. I admired them trying not to stare too long. She seemed to notice.”So how many time do you masturbated?” She said coolly. I was put off on how dismissive she seemed by the question as she scribbled something down into a note pad. I answered confidently. She looked up at me, her glasses hung down on her nose. “Really? That’s impressive.” I noticed a brief smile before it left her face. She wrote some more in silence as I waited patiently. She pulled out a composition notebook from her desk and slid it across the table towards me. “Your assignment is to document all your masturbating activities. I want the time, place and what you were thinking when you do it.” Cassandra uncrossed her legs, stood up and took a deep breath …..showing off her big chest. I knew what my first entry would be …..Before I could get home, I was rubbing myself as I drove home. I masturbated thinking of Cassandra, I did it again and again. I wrote in the notebook. When I returned a week later to Cassandra’s office, I had three notebooks with explicit details of my masturbation. I enjoyed the assignment and found writing about it only made me more horny. Cassandra was shocked. I liked her more professional attire too. She wore a tight purple şirinevler escort top with a low cut that showed off a tip of cleavage. She had a light grey buttoned blazer, three buttons, with a matching skirt. She wore these shiny black heels that only made her taller. I wanted to say how nice she looked but didn’t…. thinking she’d take it as more than just a compliment. Cassandra sat down in he chair. This time she sat further back and crossed her legs as she read my entries. I looked at her firm meaty calves, they were so nicely shaped. I sat quietly as she began reading aloud. As she read about herself and me masturbating thinking of her. Cassandra stopped and asked if it made me want to masturbate. It did. She continued to read aloud. I leaned over as my cock got hard. Cassandra noticed my situation and kept reading a little longer. Then abruptly stopped. “Would you like to masturbate now?” I knew it was a trap question but answered yes. “How would you do it?” The question seemed a bit odd to me and I paused. Before I could answer, Cassandra asked “What would you think about?” Before I could answer, Cassandra unbuttoned her blazer top, her chest seemed to burst from under it. Her light purple top against her tan skin was taking me back to my first time. She stood up and walked in front of me and hiked up her skirt as she sat on the desk. Her thick thighs opened as I watched intently. Cassandra wasn’t wearing any panties. She raised a leg and pressed a heel into my bulge. She asked me to unzip, I did. She asked me to pull it out and show her, I did. She asked me to masturbate, I did. She asked me to watch her masturbate, I did. I watched intensely as she rubbed her foot as I rubbed myself. She rubbed her chest with her other hand. She had me take off her heel. She used her toes to touch my balls and cock as I rubbed. My pants down around my ankles as my belt buckle jingled as I masturbated with my ther****t.