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Yahoo! SiteBuilder - Free, easy-to-use web site design software http://sitebuilder.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "bworker24.txt" begin> Author: PlanetDweller Title: The Bodyworker, Chapter 24 Part: Chapter 24 Universe: The Bodyworker Summary: Eric falls in love and moves to Maine to ressurect a dormant sex therapy practice there. Keywords: MF, MFM, FMF, FFFM, FF, Mg, Mf, Mb, Mm, MM, bb, Mm, Fg, Fb, Fm, Ff, all combinations, sex therapy, sex surrogacy, incest, mother/daughter, mother/daughter/son, father/son/daughter, toddler, medical exam fetish, role playing, whole family, all combinations, menstrual sex, light BDSM, DS, caution, romance, polyamory, FMF group triad marriage, rough sex, rough trade, consensual therapeutic forced rape, real-life based in a lot of places The Bodyworker, Chapter 24: Roads Evolutionary, Roses Tender by PlanetDweller (Author's note: after four years of writing online erotica, I really feel this is my best, most polished, most complete story to date, the continuing story of Eric Woods - professional bodyworker, who was modeled on a real-life person I once knew. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing! ~~~PlanetDweller.} Copyright (c) 2002, PlanetDweller. ALL Rights Reserved ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "That feels so nice, Eric, Mary, please keep doing like you're doing" our sweet little naked nine-year-old patient whispered to us as she lay securely cuddled between the two us, our mutual hands gently rubbing her pudenda as her eyes closed and a breath was drawn deep. Mary smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back her. We leaned into each other and kissed a passionate kiss as the object of our sex surrogacy session relaxed between our also nude bodies. Our kiss became even more passionate as our genital massaging of Katie became even more slightly vigorous. Why shouldn't I kiss my Mary like a lover, patient present or not, she is my fiancée' after all? "Will you guys cut it out until after our therapy? I -am- the patient here" Katie slightly but playfully scolded us. At age nine she had been through the mill and presented an adult attitude and language at times. Her familiarity with us after twice a week sessions for the past two months, basically she was our first patient after we had relocated back in April to Maine to take over Dr. Josewics's bodywork practice, gave her and us a familial familiarity with each other that was comforting if not comfortable. "Sorry sweetie, we do get carried away at time; it is a lot of fun helping you, helping you get better" my betrothed replied. "Yeah, and we three do have lotsa great sex together, don'we?" "Yes we do Katie, yes indeed" my mouth breaking from Mary's to kiss our patient firmly on the lips as my finger eased into her waiting vagina and Mary made her way down to be between Katie's legs. "Hhhmmm . . . uuhhhh-hhmmmm, that's nice, Mary." "Glad our Katie likes" came back a muffled mouth from being covered in a hairless muff reply. It was a scene I had been in, repeated hundred of times with a variety of adult female sex surrogate therapist partners partnering with me to treat pre-adolescent females and males as well as other age range patients in the four years and change of my professional polykinetic bodyworker career, but now, partnered with the woman who was going to be my life partner as well as therapy partner, it made my entire world, my entire outlook on life seem even more relaxed, more happy, more hopeful. Mary gave her some more head for a few more moments and then looked at me with the silent signal of raising of the eyebrow that it was time for me to do my part, taking her place between Katie's legs. Giving her pussy a few tongue licks of my own, I scooted further up until the head of my dick was at Katie's entrance, then eased inside her effortlessly as Mary moved up the kiss our patient on the lips and suck on the buds of her breasts some. Her young vagina felt so smooth to my penile skin, most pre-puberty vaginas do, but the ease of entry our extended foreplay and oral sexing of her aside spoke to the years of abuse and terror her father had put her through before finally being caught. Now it was up to Mary and I to try to heal the scars from all of the past abuse. Mary got up for a moment to speak to Summer, Katie's mom who had been sitting in an easy chair in the corner of the room watching the therapy session. Summer nodded "yes" to something I couldn't hear and came over to sit on the edge of the bed where her young daughter's bodyworking therapy session was taking place. Two years ago, that would have never happened, a parent of a young patient being allowed to remain clothed and non-participating in a session. Either by therapeutic prescription they had to be naked and participating in the active sexual part of the therapy of their child, or they weren't allowed in the therapy room at all. I never understood that. If it was my child undergoing the kind of intensive direct contact therapy that poly-k bodyworking is by its nature, even if my direct participation wasn't part of the R-x I'd still sure as hell want to be in the room where therapy was taking place. As a parent, I'd sure as hell think it was my God-given right to, since it was my child that was having therapeutic sexual touch done to him/her. It took me gently nagging Dr. Nick for months before he finally allowed me to occasionally start allowing it in selective cases, but after a dozen or so times after it was obvious that within a tightly defined protocol and selective criteria for selected parents, allowing a parent in therapy as an observer not only dramatically cut the number of therapy sessions needed and more importantly improved the cure rate and cure effectiveness for the patient. After two years plus of doing that, plus some other minor modifications to certain bodyworking protocols, even old Doc Chaim who trained me and all other PBI (Polykinetic Bodywork Institute)-franchised surrogates began to included it and the other bits I developed in the new "Manual" which all future bodyworkers would use as their "Bible". What works, works. My penetrative sex of her daughter continued as Summer sat on the edge of the bed beside us, Katie finally noticing her Mom. "How you doin', Baby?" "Fine, Mom; I mean, okay; Eric and Mary are wonderful, aren't they?" "Yes, they are; they're helping you get better, that's the main thing." "Mom?" "Yes Hon'?" "Will you hold my hand?" "Sure." This would have never taken place in any therapy session with any young patient just two years ago, and I couldn't have been prouder. As my easy lovemaking of Katie continued, her Mom fully clothed and obviously not turned on by what she was witnessing, held her daughter's hand, held it for support, held it to offer her support and encouragement. Just what young Katie needed. "Eric?" "Yes, Katie?" "Will you finish with me like we did the other day, then have Mary give me some head too?" "Sure; slow or fast?" "As you like." Easing up, Katie flipped around to offer me her rear as she knelt on all fours, her vaginal lips glistening with our mixed juices. I thrust my cock inside her as her Mom regained holding her hand and I pumped away, deliberately coming within a couple of minutes. Falling to her side, Mary held her close and then eased over her to a sixty-nine position, not expecting reciprocation for her, lapping Katie's and mine mixed fluids from inside her. As she did that I scooted beside Summer, she now sitting more on the bed, and held her hand as my fiancée finished our therapy session with her little Katie. Summer helping her get dressed, we all four hugged good-bye for now, her next therapy session being schedule in just two days. +++++++++++++++++++++++ It seemed like a lifetime ago, just two months ago. After building up Dr. Nick's bodywork practice over my four years as his "lead mechanic", we were literally bursting at the seams. We remodeled the old three-story house on Chatham Street twice to try to accommodate the explosive demand for our services, but even after that and after adding two paired therapy couples (Marilyn was split off from me and paired with another male therapist, I asked for and was paired with Emily after that, plus one other M/F therapy couple that we recruited from another practice out of state) and adding three more single female therapists whose primary clientele were men, the latter always being the backbone of almost most of the billings of most of the PBI practices, we still couldn't keep up with the demand, still had a waiting list for treatments that grew from days to weeks and then into months. Dr. & Mrs. Chaim knew of the situation and worked with Dr. Nick to remedy it as best they could. I knew but I don't know if they knew I knew back then before I eventually got promoted to "franchise manager" for lack of a better term and all of the entire business model was disclosed to me that Dr. and Mrs. got a percent of the gross billing, two to five percent depending on a set of contract criteria being met, so it was in there interest to let the practice grow as large as practically possible. That's true, but I don't want to give you the impression that money was the motivator for them. It wasn't. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, I'm know in my heart of hearts that Doc and Missus' only concern was for the welfare for their patients, both face-to-face in their own practice and by influence through their polykinetic bodyworking training and "franchise" (the word sucks for that usage, but it's the only one that fits) of bodyworking practices affiliated with local psychiatric and sex therapy practices across the country. So it was no surprise Doc Chaim stepped in with a grand plan. A ten-story office building was planning on being built adjacent to a ten-story hotel to built simultaneously with it, next to it on an outparcel near the new Rex Hospital in west Raleigh, and somehow Doc found out about it. He bought the entire project from the developers, and then had the plans redesigned a little. The plan was for two pedestrian bridges to connect the hotel to office building at the fifth and tenth floors, and for floors five through ten (yep, I ain't kiddin' !) be turned into a massive therapy complex. A complex where seven M/F therapy couples would reside onsite per standard bodywork practice procedure along with twelve single female therapists. There was to be a gym, for lack of a better term a one-room school house for all the resident pre-eighteen-years-of-age "therapy models", the eighth floor being host to a ten-person full-time support staff including a f/t maintenance person, a full-time cook and assistant cook, three administrative assistants to take care of all the billings and such and even more non-therapist personnel. And guess who was promoted to "franchise manager" to handle all this mess, an immediate (but needed) doubling close to tripling of our size? Uh-hu, little old me. Even though it meant a huge salary increase, hell, my gross for the previous year with commissioned billable time and all had bumped my taxable income to just over a hundred thousand plus for cash compensation alone plus my standard benefits, so I didn't need the extra money. I did need and want time with my patients, which I value more than anything, and which this promotion would have cut by eighty to ninety percent. The deal money-wise, a raise to one-fifty plus benes but my commissions being cut out, was still great, the increase in status and title was great, but the deal patient-wise sucked. I wanted to turn it down immediately and leave for another practice but my instinct told me to wait a while. Glad I did. A month after everything was presented to me slash us, the rest of the new staff including four recent PBI graduates flew down to see their new home that would be their new home in a week or two, and Mary, yes, My Mary, was among them. The attraction was instant. I don't why, and I don't care. As part of my job I had had sex with I don't know how many beautiful women, hundreds, thousands, but that was therapy, and this was love. At five-six and one hundred twenty pounds and long shoulder-length brunette hair and perfect champagne-glass 34B breasts and legs up to there, I wanted to jump her bones as soon as I saw her get off the plane, but that had to wait a couple of hours until she and her other newbie classmates arrived back at our then-empty office slash residence waiting for the move, where I took her to my room and absolutely ravished her for three or four hours. Thankfully, God thank you, she felt the same spark which turned into inferno the instant she saw me. Our lovemaking was beyond description. I proposed to her that same night. She said yes. Taking her to Capital City Chop House a week later, I proposed again this time with a full carat diamond ring in tow, and she said yes again. My falling head over heels in love with Miss Mary Faison-Hewitt and she I sealed my decision for me. At eighteen, she had earned both a degree in evolutionary biology and also one in economics from Yale as a double major, having graduated from high school in France at age 14 (her dad was a high-level American diplomat there) and applying for and being admitted to Yale that same year, also Harvard, Mt. Holyoke, and several other American colleges before choosing Yale. I mention this because while I'm a decent writer and a great bodyworker I know that lots of other people are book and other-smarter than I am, and my Mary is definitely one of them, so I sought her advice on what I should do regarding staying on as the franchise manager of the new expanded practice, which I would have done anyway since we were to be married. Oh, how did she wind up as a bodyworker, then? She had been planning on doing her Master's thesis and then her PhD on human female sexual evolution and through her research somehow stumbled upon PBI, something I'm still not sure how she did even though she's explained it to me several times, considering how beyond paranoid secretive Doc about things to the "outside world". Anyway, once finding PBI, she finagled an interview with Doc and Mrs. Chaim, found the process fascinating, somehow conned her way with them into letting her sit on a couple of days of a training class, something Doc to my knowledge has never done with anyone before, and at that point made up her mind that this is what she wanted to do now if not for the rest of her life, become a professional bodyworker. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ When Dr. Nick and I were talking about expanding the staff like we were going to have to, Doc Chaim gushed on and about Mary, telling me that she had even more potential than I did at the stage she was now as I was at years back, just having graduated from the course. When Doc told her about my pioneering work that had modestly re-written a lot of the bodywork protocols and modified many others especially where therapy with children were concerned, she told him that she would either work with me side-by-side and have me train her, or she would go back to school and start work on her Master's. There being no coincidences in this life I do believe, she made that statement to Doc the same day Dr. Nick and I decided to make our offer to her and the other recent graduates we wanted to hire. She came down a couple of days after that, and the rest is history. No it isn't history, sorry. How did I/we end up running and being 2/3rds of a potentially tiny struggling practice in Rockport, Maine just a short while later? There was going to be a ten-day gap or so between shutting down at the old place on Chatham Street and moving into our new fancy digs near Rex Hospital. After that, after we moved in, there would have been an implied if not contractual commitment on my part to run the new enlarged practice, at least for a year or two. Ninety percent plus of my time would have been administrative or at least non-patient-contact. Mary didn't want that for me or her or us. She wanted to work with me as my "apprentice" for lack of a better term, and this was before we met face-to-face and fell madly in love with me and I her. After we met, her desire to work by my side working with patients as a team was even stronger. And at that point since all decisions we were making we made from an "ours" perspective, the only logical thing to do was tender my resignation and move on to a practice where I and she could actually practice, i.e. be with patient. So I gave my resignation notice of thirty days. Stupid idea.. Turns out, Dr. Nick didn't have confidence in my administrative abilities to run his new great ship of bodyworking therapy, so he had been secretly talking with several candidates to replace me behind my back, my incredible reputation nationally as a wunderkind of therapy firmly established totally shoved aside. I didn't find this out until after I had tendered my resignation. Then two days later, 9-11 happened. Usually there are at minimum several potential job openings in almost all parts of the US for trained bodyworkers at any given moment, and we all can access them through PBI's secured BBS and website. Never has any bodyworker had the least bit of trouble moving on and getting another job, ever, not ever. But then 9-11 bit me on the ass two days after I tendered my resignation. Three potential openings I had been looking at were withdrawn within two days after that. Only one job opening remained "on the board", and that was in Rockport, Maine of all places. The salary was less than half of what I had been making, and there were fewer benes, such as no practice-furnished car. The usual concession residence was offered, but no unlimited expense accounts like I had been used to having for four years with Dr. Nick. There's wasn't even any accounts with local food joints to have pizza or sandwiches delivered and charged to the practice, something I had gotten used to. Basically, I hadn't spent a dime on any necessity of life for four solid years. And now if I took the offer I was going to have to buy my own food and pay for all my incidental living expenses. Sucked. In a phone conversation with Mike, Dr. Josewic, he gushed on and on about how beautiful Maine and Rockport were, how I'd fall in love with place once I got there, how the cost of living was so much cheaper there than Raleigh, did he mention how beautiful Rockport was and that my/our practice-furnished residence was high on a hill overlooking the a small yacht basin on Ocsac Bay? I was skeptical, but agreed to fly up in a couple of days with Mary so we could be interviewed by him and see everything. Mary and I talked about a lot that afternoon. She had been to Maine several times, loved it, said I would too, and was eager to relocate there (she was NOT impressed by Raleigh at all!) with me. Her base salary would have been pitiful to start, only $32.5K base and almost no other benes, but she said she didn't care as long as we could be together, in real life and as therapy partners. I was still skeptical and thought about waiting until things settled down and some new job offers appeared on the board. After all, I had almost two hundred thousand dollars in CD's by that point, and didn't need to work for a long time if I wished to pull back and wait. But Mary was eager to marry me, and eager to begin her career. I called Doc that night to seek his advice. Doc never gave me anything but the truth and good advice. "I can't believe, Eric, that you'd leave Dr. Nick" old Doc protested. "Well, if I could continue to have a substantial amount of patient contact and still run things, that'd be different, but Dr. Nick made it very clear if I stayed I'd be a manager, not a therapist." "That would be waste. You simply have too much talent to become a pencil-pusher, Eric. The polykinetic bodyworking modality movement needs you, needs you to continue doing what you're doing. Want me to call Dr. Nick and talk with him? I'm sure he could find someone else to run things and let you continue being a therapist." "Naw, that's okay Doc. I think it's time to move on. Mary loves Maine and wants to move there, and it would be a good place for us, I think. The only thing I'm worried about is this huge salary cut I'm taking, not to mention the fact that there's very little patient case load right now for her and I, let alone the second therapist which is also leaving and Dr. Jose' is going to have replace, too." "Eric, Eric, Eric. My boy, you still don't get it, do you? With your reputation that you've worked so hard to establish, you could literally pick your practice anywhere. Anywhere." "But there was only this one job opening on the board, Doc." "Eric, you can be so, well, dense at time, my boy. What did I just say? Let me explain. Three-quarters plus of your patient load right now you pick and choose from a huge backlog of cases to choose from, and most of these are from out-of-state, correct?" "Yeah, so?" "So, they're flying in from all over to country to Raleigh, setting up temporary residence while you work with them, and after their therapy is complete, they leave. See now?" "Not really, Doc." "Damn boy, let me spell it out for you. Since your patients come to you now, they can come to you no matter where you're at, if it's Raleigh, Rockport, Kalamazoo or Timbuktu, get it now!!??!!" "Yeah, I see, I think" my sometimes slow thought process catching up. "So you don't have to worry about having to make a living, your living, your patients will come to you regardless. So, if Rockport is not to your liking, then pick your city in any state, and I promise, no, guarantee you'll have a job there within 24 hours." "Thanks, Doc, I appreciate it." "You're welcome." "Mary's got her heart set on moving to Rockport, though. I just hate taking a bad deal." "Let me call Dr. Josewic and speak with him myself about your deal. It is not fair to you. I can't promise a sweetheart deal like you've got with Dr. Nick, but I can promise you I'll cut a deal for you that's much closer to what you should be getting. After all, you're bringing to the practice all told probably a quarter million dollars plus a year in net billings." "And for Mary too?" "And for Mary too." "We're supposed to fly up there for our interview in a couple of days. Will you have our deal done by then." "It'll be done by lunch tomorrow." "Thanks Doc, I owe you." "No Eric, you don't owe me anything, if anything I owe you." I was puzzled by that last remark but let it slide. "I'll call you when we get back." ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Rockport's airport was cute, almost as small as RDU had been forty-some years ago. Mary had been singled out twice on the way there for frisking by the new security procedures, but just giggled at the male security guards as they openly groped as opposed to frisked her in the open space of the concourse, making them blush with embarrassment. Fuck them. Even though Rockport is Maine's third-largest largest city, it is still smaller than Raleigh, about the size Raleigh was when I was little. And the view of Ocsac Bay from the backporch of what was to be our new residence was worth almost anything, was truly beyond fucking gorgeous, just like Dr. Josewic and Mary both said it would be. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. I loved it. I was sold. Doc had indeed kept his promise and cut me a much better deal. A 50/50 one, with $50K base salary plus 50% non-expensible commission, plus a 5-10-15 per cent bonus structure based on total billables and total net yearly income. "Dr. Mike" still wasn't willing to give us both a practice-furnished vehicle, but knowing we were to be married soon, made his pitch to Doc (all this was taking place in private phone calls between Doc and Dr. Mike) that he'd pay for a lease on a new Jeep Grand Cherokee for us as a couple or a similar 4WD vehicle making the point that we'd need it in the winter. Doc told him that we would go for that. Plus he was willing to give us the usual benes of local accounts with several local sub and pizza shops that would deliver food to us as we wished "as long as they don't abuse the privilege too much" he cautioned to Doc Chaim who was negotiating for us. All this done for us by Doc in private, Dr. Mike not mentioning anything about it as he showed us around, still not telling us at first that he was going to give us a better deal that Doc Chaim had more or less forced him to offer us, either that or lose his PBI franchise and possibly me/us as income rainmakers. Our therapy practice building was separate from our residence, something a little unusual for a bodyworking practice, but was only literally a block away, a five minute walk, no big deal. Cutting through an alley between our residence and a next-door neighbor, our house was an old Victorian row house that was actually three of them side-by-side recombined into one, we walked across Perkins Street to go down another alley between two houses to the backside of our therapy building which faced State Street, a main commercial street in Rockport where a lot of other doctor's offices and other professional-type practices and businesses were scattered along its length, Dr. Mike's office being just four blocks or so away. A modest sign out front read "Dr. Josewic & Associates + Therapy Annex." Inside, our new therapy home really sucked. It wreaked of old cigarette smoke despite two "No Smoking" signs and old urine smell too, almost an old porn shop smell. The drapes were old and faded, the furniture old, the threadbare worn carpet older still. The exam tables looked like there were from the 19th century, the therapy beds felt like horrible old Motel 6 mattresses. Just two small half-bathrooms, no "wetroom" and no BDSM-room or group room for teaching, three things I thought all practices were required to have. The receptionist area didn't even have a computer, let alone connected to the PBI main system. All records were kept manually, and all billings done the same. Geez, maybe I had made a mistake? Doc Chaim had told me not to sweat the details like these, that whatever I wanted changed, to call and let him know and he'd work with Dr. Mike to get things up to standard, telling me he knew I'd want a lot of stuff done, this being one of the oldest continually-operated practices within PBI's aegis. With Doc handling things for me, that would save Dr. Mike and I having to begin our professional relationship from a negative. I had to make my decision, now, and let Dr. Mike know. My decision had already been made. Dr. Nick had told me before I left that I could come back and get my stuff out of storage that had been there for almost four years and pick up the few personal effects I owned that were in my company-furnished apartment, but basically, he told me not to bother to come back, that he would take care of things from here on out. The new incarnation of the practice was set to begin the following Monday, as was mine/ours, if we could swing it that soon. I'm became gladder and gladder to have made the decision I made. Dr. Mike found Peggy in the back, straightening things up a bit back in a dark hole of a room that served as the supply room. Peggy had been a therapist with him for about six years and had hit that wall that all therapists know about and usually hit sooner if not later. After years of struggling with lots of non-40 hour weeks and just struggling to make a living, she was ready to leave, even though she loved the profession. Marnie, the other therapist whose leaving had prompted the notice of employment on the in-house job BBS, was long gone, having left for another position weeks before. Dr. Jose' introduced us and the four of us chatted for a while as. Peggy knew who I was, knew of my so-called reputation, and seemed genuinely pleased to have met me. "I would have loved to have had the opportunity to work with you sometime, sorry it's not going to happen, Mr. Woods." "Eric." "Eric, then. Your reputation as a healer, especially of children, precedes you." "Maybe that's still a possibility, though Mary here will be my primary therapy partner, hopefully for the rest of our lives together" Mary casually moving her left hand to flash her diamond engagement ring. "You know I'm resigning, but I'll still be here in town. I was a massage therapist before I became a bodyworker . . . " "As was I, Peggy" she smiling at that comment from me. " . . . and I'll be working for a sports medicine practice just a few doors down from here doing that again. I wouldn't want even a regular part-time workload of bodywork, but if I can be of help on an as-needed basis, please don't hesitate to call on me for anything, Eric; Dr. Josewic will have my number and like I said, just drop in at 8970 State Street, Rockport Sports Medicine Clinic, anytime. And if you need some help getting situated, I am a native Rockporter, just ask, and I'll be happy to help you get comfortable in your new city, no problem. Don't forget!" "We won't!" my Mary replied. Leaving Peggy to her tidying up, we all went back up front and sat down in cheap old plastic chairs in the reception area. Then I broke my own mental rule and told Dr. Mike that the building would have to be remodeled to come up to current PBI standards. He flat out told me that he didn't have the money to do it. I told him I'd call Doc Chaim about it, and that money would not be a problem, it wouldn come out of Doc's pocket. He then replied he couldn't afford to lose the billings that remodeling would cause. I told him that Doc knew how to handle that, doing most of the work at night and on weekends and such, and just to let Doc take care of things. He seemed almost angry-puzzled, then looked at me sternly and stuttered out a question. "Eric, as you know, Peggy's leaving as of the end of the week. You and Mary are replacing Marnie, but you're also bringing in your own patient load. Peggy had been doing her and Marnie's caseload, almost all men, but I haven't been able to find anyone to replace her. I thought that I'd have gotten more than just you two responding. I do have an existing client base, 95%+ male, that needs to be taken care of. You and Mary can't, you have your own client base. Can I ask a favor? I know you're coming from a much larger practice. Is there anyone whom you could persuade to leave with you and come up?" I thought quickly and furiously. I knew our better deal had been done. Doc had made it so. But Dr. Mike hadn't broke it to us yet. Time to use it as leverage. "Maybe. But not for the kind of compensation package you're offering Mary." "What is wrong with a $32.5/40% package?" "Forty percent commission might be okay, but $32.5K base salary just sucks; Mary should be at 50/50 just like my contract." "Eric, don't break my balls, please. I do have a solid client base to service. If I give Mary her 50/50, 'think you could persuade someone from your practice to follow you to service my guy clients?" "Yeah, but it'd have to be 40/50 minimum, plus at least a small compact practice-furnished vehicle." "Which no therapist ever had until you and Mary, I might add." "And which you'll have to offer if you want me to bring someone with me on such short notice." "This person you have in mind, I assume you have someone in mind; experienced?; nice looking?; someone the clients will come back to?" "Yes, experienced; she was my therapy partner for the past two years, up until very recently; she wants to go back to doing male-only therapy and get out of child therapy, by the way; good looking?; she's a gorgeous blond with 40DD perfect stacked tits and very nice body; client repeatability?; oh yeah, she's also very sweet, you don't have to worry about that. Emily as a therapist is exactly what you're looking for." "Will Dr. Nick scream at me and to Dr. Chaim if you bring her along?" "I don't think so. Fuck Dr. Nick anyway. Something's going on with him. It was time for me to leave. Getting back, as long you can guarantee Emily a r40 hour week for billables." "That shouldn't be a problem, since she'll be handling two caseloads at first; if she gets too busy, there's someone in town besides Peggy who was trained years back and has been nagging me for a job as a bodyworker." "Why didn't she take one somewhere else, with another practice?" "Because she's a native like me, and doesn't want to leave Maine, that's why. I promised her I'd try to work her in, eventually." "Why didn't you offer her this full-time job that Peggy's leaving is creating?" He thought for a second before answering. "Well, I don't know how to say this, she, she's a rather large woman, and like it or not, when you have a male client base, you have to be at least reasonably attractive. I was thinking I could let this Amy . . . " "Emily" I corrected. "Let your Emily have the pick of clients for her 40 hours, I'll help her determine which clients she should see, and then if any billable slots were left open, I'll let Wanda have them." Fucking sexist stupid pig. He evidently never bothered to read the eyes-only discussion groups on the secured in-house PBI system. If he had, he would know that many BBW therapists have built up huge male client bases in many cases. Whatever. Stupid misogynist asshole, if he is my new boss. Whatever. "When did she go through the program?" "Five or six years ago." "I'll probably have to let you send her back to school then." "But that would cost me money! Is there any other option, Eric?" "Maybe Emily and Mary and I could work with her a bit, see how much of it she's retained, but that time would be billable to the practice. It might cheaper to send her back to school." His face turned beet-red as he fumed over having to spend more money, but he didn't get angry with me. "Well, you and Mary and Emily working with her would probably be cheaper than sending her back to school. We're getting off-track in any case. So we're agreed now?" I just raised my eyebrows in silent questioning. "Doc and I will work out the remodeling of the office you say it needs; you and Mary are on 50/50 compensation contracts, -provided- that you can bring Emily up with you; agreed?" I didn't tell him I already knew that Doc had twisted his arm until it almost broke and had made him promise to give us each $50K-yr-base salary/50% commission contracts plus standard benes in any case. Being able to bring Emily up would just be a bonus for me, since I still thought a lot of her, and still enjoyed recreational after-hours sex with her, my love for Mary aside. "As long as Emily gets her 40/50 contract, agreed." "Agreed" as we shook hands and then he and Mary shook hands. "Oh, one last thing. You know about the standard deal most practitioners have with their surrogates?" He was as transparent as cheap windowglass. "Yeah. Like Dr. Nick had with Emily and a couple of other surrogates. He'd see them once or twice a week as he pleased for a 'nooner' or two." "And it was never billable time, correct?" Ghhhheessss-us, didn't this guy ever read the PBI management bulletins that were regularly issued out, or talk with Doc or other franchise holders? "Correct. And you're asking?" "Even though I know you and Mary are to be married, I still am going to insist on some weekly time with her, and probably with this Emily, too. I had a similar arrangement with both Peggy and Marnie." This was one thing among many about the profession I hadn't had a chance to tell Mary about. I looked at her to gauge her reaction. She was non-plused by his expectation. "It is your right, unless Mary has a problem with it. Emily will be cool with it" "No Eric, my Husband-to-be, I don't have a problem, unless you do." "Nope, Honey, I don't. We are professional sex therapists, we have sex with patients for our living, that's our job; 'servicing' Dr. Mike wouldn't bother me, unless it bothers you" she shaking her head "no" in silent reply. "Done then. I would like a quick blow job before we leave, Mary." Standing before her as she sat in the 60's vintage cheapo plastic tub chair as the quiet mill of pedestrian traffic out on State Street passed by the thin-curtained glass window-walls of the old office building, she sucked him off quickly, he not lasting two minutes. She told me later if that's all he wanted she was almost going to be disappointed. Before finding PBI and becoming a bodyworker, she had only been with two guys. During training she had fucked and sucked maybe two or three dozen guys total, but was eager to have more men, and women too, as recreational sex partners outside of therapeutic situations. I had never made my desire for other adult women and children of both sexes a secret from her, so it's not like she was saying something shocking to me. Flying "home" the following day, Rockport was now my home in reality, I drove Mary around Raleigh and Cary some, showing her my old schools, my old hanging-out spots, things like that, taking her by the Krispy Kreme on Person Street for some hot doughnuts right off the line, something she had never had before and almost had an orgasm from upon first bite. I also took her by to meet my parents, introducing her as my fiancée', which she was. One of the most stupid things I had ever done was "come out" to my parents about my "real job" two or three years back, after I had been a bodyworker for a while and knew I'd stay in it as a career. Up until then, I had told them I was just a massage therapist which I had been until becoming a bodyworker. My mother was horrified and my dad was disgusted with me, calling me a male prostitute to my face. At least I had enough sense not to mention that I worked mostly with children, they would have freaked if they knew that, probably called the police on me, they still thinking I worked mainly with adult women and a few men. It had only been in the past few months that things had begun to ease up with them. I introduced them to Mary as my fiancée', and they both took to immediately. "So you're gonna make an honest man out of my slut of a son, now are you, Mary?" She looked sheepish and turned white before replying. "I'm; I'm a polykinetic bodyworker, too, Mr. Woods." Pop didn't change expression at all, neither did Mother. "Well, that's just fine. What's the occasion? Blockhead here doesn't come over much to see us unless there's something he needs to tell us." Might as well get it out. "Mom, Dad, I'm leaving Dr. Nick's practice in Raleigh, and Mary and I are moving up to Maine to take over a practice there, in a town called Rockport, right on the coast, on up about an hour's or so drive north of the New Hampshire stateline." They sat back down hard in their chairs in the living room in the modest old millhouse I had grown up in on Maywood Avenue on the poor side of town in Raleigh. "Whatever you think is best for you, Son, you're a grown man now. You gonna at least have us up for the wedding?" "Of course, Mr. And Mrs. Woods, of course we will!" my Mary exclaimed with glee as she reached for and held Mom's hand as she sat next to her. "Well, good; I just want you to be happy, Son, that's all I've ever wanted." "I am Dad, I am." "Well, you two gonna stay for supper?" "We'd love to, Mr. Woods" my dearest sweetly replied. "Nothing fancy, just meat and potatoes" "Anything will be fine" "You know how to cook, Mary?" "A little, not much, I'm afraid." "Why don't you help Mama in the kitchen some? I need to talk with my son in private." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ A young guy about my age was in Dr. Nick's office, sitting across from his desk, rising to meet me as I came in. Dr. Nick shook my hand and wished me well as this non-introduced gentleman also shook my hand without it being offered to him. I had gone his main office to pick up my last check, not wanting or needing to see Dr. Nick, but he saw me out in the reception area and waved for me to come in. Actually, it wasn't my last check, just the current one. I'd be getting another check in a couple of weeks, plus my bonus check at the end of the year. "Eric, this is Chad Forestall; your replacement; I should say, Chad's going to be running the 'new' practice in your, the new building." "Good the meet you, Chad" I unapologetically sneered at him "how long have been a bodyworking therapist?" "Oh, I'm not a bodyworker, Eric; I have a MBA from Duke and a PhD in economics from Oxford; I'm a professional manager, Eric, not a bodyworker." "Have a seat, Eric, will you?" This was a definitely oh-shit situation. But I owed Dr. Nick at least five minutes. "I have been recruiting Chad here ever since the move from Chatham Street to Rex has been talked about, Eric. In hindsight, I should have been more honest with you, told you that you weren't going to be in charge and that I wanted to keep you on staff as my straw boss yes but mainly as a therapist which is what I know you love, but you seemed so thrilled at the prospect of running things. I know now that you weren't. That's why you left me, wasn't it, so you could be with your patients still?" I didn't know what to say. Fucking hell. Yep, if he had only been honest. My feelings would have been hurt sure, but things would have been different, maybe for the better, maybe not. "Yes, Dr. Nick, if you had been more honest, it would have been better. I don't know; I think I was ready for a change. Then Mary and I met and fell madly in love just days ago, and now we're engaged." "I know all about it. And I know that you've recruited Emily to go to Rockport with you; Dr. Josewic called me yesterday and he and I talked about that, that and other things." "You have a problem with Emily going with us?" "No, not at all. She leaves with my blessings." "What other things did you and Dr. Mike talk about?" I should have never asked that, but I was curious. "He wanted to know more about you, of course. I told him the truth; that you were stubborn as a mule, always thought you were correct even when you weren't, that you had to get your own way or you'd throw a childish tantrum and pout for weeks afterwards, that your ego was so huge there wasn't any room for anyone else's, things like that, things that precluded you from ever becoming the new larger practice administrator. I also told him that you were the best therapist, especially with adolescents and pre-adolescents I had ever had the privilege to work with, that you were as good a therapist as your reputation suggested, that within a small practice your admin' skills would be fine, and that you cared about the health and welfare of your patients above all else, which drove a lot of your stubbornness and ego. I also told him that if things didn't work out with him, that you would always have a home with me and my practice, as my Senior Therapist, no problem." I didn't know whether to slap him, hug him, beat the crap out of him, or suck his cock right then and there in his office. I stood up from my chair, looked him square in the eye and shook his hand firmly again with a "thank you, Dr. Samiatakis, for all the support you've given me over the years; I can never thank you enough." Mary had been waiting in the reception area for me, and could see I was deep in thought as we drove over to my old self-storage place to sort through what junk I wanted to take with us. "Anything wrong, Hon'?" she asked as I made my way down Western Blvd. to the climate-controlled mini-warehouses. "Nope, Dear, just thinking, that's all." "'Bout what?" " 'Bout our future together", she kissing me on the cheek as we pulled into the parking lot of Climate Controlled Mini-Warehouse. The boxes of my old clothes smelled musty and looked old. They could stay, as could my old furniture and appliances that had been in practice-paid storage for four years plus now. I fished some old boots out, a couple of old jackets I thought I'd need for the Maine winters, plus two or three boxes of old childhood momentos which I wanted to keep. Signing out at the manager's office, I told them to get rid of what was left in the cubicle. They said "no problem". Then by the old house, the old 3-story house which had been my home for the past four years, to pick up my last little bit of personal stuff as well as Emily, who was eager if not ready to leave with us to start her new life as well.. I left the keys locked in my company car for someone to retrieve later per prior instructions, calling a cab to take us all to the airport. The airport, then to Maine, and our new life together. Raleigh and Cary looked vaguely unfamiliar if not strange as I looked out of the window of my window seat as our plane banked a turn north towards Rockport and the future. ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dr. Mike wasn't there to greet us as we landed at the airport in Rockport, but Peggy was, she waving excitedly on the other side of the gate to us as we disembarked. "Hi Eric, Mary, glad to see you!" we shooting her a look of puzzlement, she replying to unasked questions "Dr. Josewic hired me back for thirty days to be your personal assistant, to help you and Mary and . . . " "Emily" " . . . Emily here get adjusted to your new life. Anything you want or need, ask, and I'll do my best to help you. Anything you need right now?" "Pee first, then dinner? And dinner being paid for with our new company credit cards, as promised?" "I've got your cards right here in my purse, and I drove your new Jeep Cherokee over to pick you up, hope you don't mind; oh, Emily, you'll be getting your new vehicle sometime next week, a Honda Civic, correct" "Uh-hu" she replied with weird warily look. "I'm just so excited to be helping you guys!" our little miss Peggy exclaimed as we made our way down the concourse to the baggage claim area "I'm just so excited!" Dinner at Maxie's Steakhouse down on a Front Street was excellent, as was the view of the pier where the Scandinavian cruise ships based there on Ocsac Bay Harbor were. Mary finished off a twenty ounce New York Strip steak, salad, and three brandies which she ordered and wasn't carded for. Peggy chatted on and on about her growing up in Rockport, about all the neat little things that she loved about it, about her past as a massage therapist before becoming a bodyworker, shared gossip about Dr. Mike and the three other therapists that she had worked with in her six years with the practice now all gone, on and on as we three listened and acknowledged but didn't say much back to her. Our new home looked a little different. Curtains in it had been replaced, which I hadn't complained to Doc about, the carpets had been cleaned, and things just tidied up in general. Mary and mine's bedroom was to be what would have been the Master Bedroom for the Victorian row house, actually three of them combined together some decades back into one much larger home, up on the second floor just off the stairwell. My office was next to our bedroom, and in it was new computer desk and new computer atop it, a coax cable running from it to a wall outlet and then up to a broadband satellite hookup, Peggy said, which connected directly to the PBI network hub in Roslyn Harbor, the satellite also supplying regular cable programming to the house. Emily had her choice of rooms from there. She picked the largest one up on the third floor, next to would have been, I should say had been, Peggy's room for the past six years, and which was to be for thirty days more. That left six empty bedrooms. Dr. Josewic always had planned on growing his practice to that many, that's why there six treatment rooms in the treatment building annex with room for a couple more, but things never worked out that way. "Your family of therapy models will be here in a week, they'll take two of the other bedrooms. Did you want a separate bedroom for your personal therapy model, Mary, Eric?" Mary shot me a look of "what the hell is she talking about?" Doc hadn't mentioned getting us a any therapy models, let alone a whole family of them, let alone another therapy model for Mary and I. Of course Mary knew what a therapy model was, she had met Josie, my nine-year-old therapy model for Emily's and mine practice who also slept with us at night, when she came down to Ralegh, but still didn't know all the details and such. "No, our therapy model will be sleeping with us, thanks." "Sure. There's lots of extra bedrooms, should you change your mind." Downstairs was the kitchen in the rear and the living room in the front, actually a converted foyer area since original Victorian homes didn't have living rooms as we know them. Plus, a smoking room slash "drawing room" off the living room, and a very nice study complete with wall-to-wall glass-door-fronted bookcases filled with old medical books and literary books almost all bound in leather and bound collections of professional magazines such as "The Journal Of Sexology" and "The SIECUS Journal". And a new computer on an old oak desk "just in case you want to work here instead of upstairs" Peggy mentioned an executive leather chair in front of it. "Anyone for ice cream? The chest freezer out on the backporch is full of all kinds, you name it!" Peggy continued her banter. She seemed so shy, painfully so, on our earlier visit, and seemed so different, so confident and buoyantly happy, now. Go figure. "No, thanks, we're all tired, thanks; we'll head on to bed shortly" I replied for the three of us as we trudged back up the stairs with out suitcases in tow, Peggy helping lug the extras up as best she could. "If any of you would like a little sex before bed, I'll oral you as you please, let you come so you can sleep better, no problem." We all looked at each other as we made our way to the top of the stairs with "you've got to be fucking kidding us!" glances. "That's okay, Peggy, we're all tired." "Maybe tomorrow we all can have sex together? I've been looking forward to it even since I met you." "Maybe tomorrow, Peggy" Emily almost growingly intoned back at her as she drug her suitcases up the stairwell further to the third floor, Peggy following behind her lugging her other two. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The phone rang on my red phone, the phone which was supposed to be my private line, on the nightstand beside our bed at 6AM the following morning, Saturday. It was Dr. Mike, and he was trying to make a point. Fuck him. "Good morning, Eric, hope you slept well." "Yes I did, Dr. Mike, very well; this mattress is great, this bed is great" my eyes opening and focusing on the forward posts of our four-poster Victorian bed. "Good. Why don't you fix yourself some breakfast, and have you four met me at the office in an hour, seven-ish?" "Why. Why?" I very sleepily replied, Mary not having begun to awaken yet, softly snoring beside me. "There's some things we need to go over." "Why can't you come here?" "The therapy annex, one hour, Eric, all of you be there." Peggy fixed us all eggs and bacon as we sat around the table in the breakfast nook off of the main kitchen which was also off the main dining room as sipped our coffee, trying to wake up. We all didn't like Dr. Mike's authoritative style, not one little bit, but he was our boss now. "Dr. Nick said I, we all could come back to Raleigh anytime we wanted." "No way, Eric!" Emily groused. "No fucking way, Dear!" Mary shot back. "I'd hate for you guys to leave without trying to make things work out first" Peggy sweetly interjected as she dished out soft scrambled eggs from the pan onto our plates. "Oh, we're just bellyaching, we're not going anywhere, Peg'." "Good, Eric; good!" she replied in her best cheerleading voice. There were several work trucks parked in the rear and out front of the office when we finished our ten minute walk to it, arriving exactly at seven per Dr. Mike's command. A plumbing truck, an electrician's truck, a carpet guy, three trucks from a general contractor, a tile guy, you name it. "I hope you know how much Dr. and Mrs. Chaim think of you, Eric" Dr. Mike almost scolding me as he lead us through what amounted to the gutting of and eventual reworking and rebuilding of the inside of the office building, we having to wear hardhats because of all the activity taking place. "Yeah, I do, Dr. Mike, I 'do' know how much they think of me." "They're paying for all this out of their own pocket. It's gonna cost me two weeks billings." "Yeah, all of a hundred dollars" I shot back angrily and sarcastically. "There's no reason to be angry with me, Eric; you're getting what you want; Doc Chaim designed this, and the work will be done by Monday of the following week. It looks like you'll be getting a free week's vacation." My mind raced. "What about my patient caseload I was supposed to see this week?" my main concern coming out, "Doctor Chaim said he'd take care of all that. He's going to call you around 10AM this morning and talk with you. You'll be given the complete game plan then. This is what you wanted, wasn't it, Eric?" "Uh; yeah, sure." "Peggy will stay and handle the guy clients for the next week at an office in my main office, so Emily won't have to take up that slack, unless she wants to. Seriously, why don't you and Mary and Emily just take the week off, drive up the coast, drive into New Hampshire or Vermont, just take some days off, just be back by Sunday to start to work Monday. Doc Chaim and you can work those other details out. Okay?" he asked over the whine of circular saws cutting away at two by fours and ramset guns driving anchor pins into concrete, the smell of fresh plaster coming from what was to be the new wet room. "Yeah, sure, fine, thank you, Dr. Mike, thank you!" "You're welcomed!" he replied with unusual sincerity. My friend, mentor, and yes I guess even father-figure, old Doc Chaim, called me promptly on my red phone precisely at 10AM. Peggy was going over her and Marnie's current caseload with Emily in my study next to my bedroom up on the second floor. Mary was sitting with me on the couch holding my hand as we watched some movie on HBO on the 54" TV, similar to the one we had in Cary down in the living room on the first floor. Hearing the distinctive "brring-brring-be-rrrnnggg!" bell on the red phone in my first floor study, I darted off the couch to answer it, knowing it was probably Doc. "Well, what do you think, Eric?" "About what, Doc?" He just guffawed laughing at me. "About the price of freaking tea in china. What do you think I mean? I mean about the remodeling of your therapy building, silly goose!" "Oh, that; thanks so much for paying for it, Doc; I know Dr. Mike would have never paid for it. And thanks for using your pull and getting it done so quickly." "Not a problem, my boy. What did you think of Peggy's blowjob last night?" "Hu? I mean, we, I was, too tired, we went to bed" sneaky SOB, he had asked her to do that for us. "You really should have her do you and Mary and Emily all, she's one of the best cock-suckers and cunt-eaters ever, trust me on this." "Uh, I will Doc, later. Dr. Mike said you have a bunch of stuff to go over with me?" "Yes, Eric. You downstairs? There should be pens and legal pads in the upper right-hand drawer of your desk. Get a pad out and start making notes, please." First he told me that he was having a cellphone delivered by lunchtime to me along with all accessories, and that from now on I wasn't to go to the bathroom literally without having this cellphone with me. It was a PBI special, one like certain government agencies use, one with a built-in voice scrambler/encoder/decoder where no one could intercept our calls. Mary and Emily would also be getting similar cellphones, and they had to keep them in their respective purses at all times. "This BS of having you out of contact with me when I need you is coming to an end, right now", he knowing that I hated cellphones and pagers. Next we talked about my patients that I should have been seeing next week. He told me if I really wanted a caseload next week I could fly in to Roslyn and do them from the main PBI complex, but he suggested I take the week off and take it easy, that things would be fine without me working for a week. I accepted his offer and advice graciously. He told me that he'd handle rescheduling from his end, that I/we didn't have to do anything, and this would be better for most of my patients anyway, having time to reschedule their coming up, their relocating from temp quarters in Cary and Raleigh, or them otherwise making it to their appointments. I understood his logic. Then came the new office building, or I should say the remodeling thereof. No big issues there, except one room was specifically going to be a double purpose one for photography and would be wired for medical telemetry, so medical data could be taken of and from certain patients. "A similar room had been built in to your new building near Rex" he explained "I'll send you a packet of information about everything next week, and I'll send someone from here in a couple of weeks to spend some time with you explaining how all the instrumentation will work and what it's to be used for. By the way, how do you like your new residence?" "Just fine, Doc, though I do wish we had an elevator; going up and down the stairs sometimes hurts my bad knee." "I didn't even think of that! Sorry, Eric. If you're going to be gone next week, I'll have to see about getting you at least a light duty passenger elevator installed. No promises, there might not be room for it, but I'll try." "Hu? Gee, thanks Doc!" Next came our therapy models. I was to be getting an entire family of them to use as I saw fit within my practice, a family consisting of a father, mother, and two daughters ages of 8 and 13. Plus I would also be getting a boy of 8 that wasn't related to them. Doc knew I liked having a young female therapy model for most of the time when a therapy model was called for with pre-pubescent patients, and that I liked for her to sleep with my therapy partner and I at night in our bed. "Will that be a problem, Doc?" "What do you think, Eric? Silly boy." He went on to explain that they had been therapy models for a practice out in Los Angeles for a couple of years, and just wanted out, just wanted to find some place nicer. "They'll all be settled in by the time you get back this coming Sunday." My Sweetie sauntered in and stood beside me as my conversation with Doc continued, Doc and I discussing the seeming hundreds of details about what was to come and expected to come, my Sweetie kneeling before me and trying to playfully get my cock out of my pants as I talked. Our conversation finished as Mary started sucking my cock. I remembered what Doc said about Peggy, about how an incredible oral-ler of both men and women she was, and told Mary we should have her come down and do us and Emily. "You think a stranger is going to suck and fuck my future husband in our new house before I do? No way, Mr. Eric Woods, no way. Now gimme that cock!" We went back into the living room and lay on the couch, she sucking me hard then jumping on top to fuck me. I could feel her tampon inside, she having started last night, but neither one of us cared. I grabbed her boobs as she rode me, lightly slapping them as I had found out she liked. Emily and Peggy came down the stairs to us fucking away. "Well, it's about time!" Peggy gleefully cried as she came over to suck on Mary's boobs and Emily joined as well, kissing me as my dearest friend in the whole world other than my Mary and playing with Mary's cunt and my cock as Mary fucked me. "Doc told me that Peggy here is one the best cocksuckers and cunteaters he's ever run across" I said to both my ladies and no one in particular "let's see!" Mary flipped off of me as I sat up, Peggy quickly stripping and assuming the position kneeling before me. Doc wasn't kidding. She gave head like her tongue was made of muscular but warm and soft and gooey marshmallows. I tried to think of I had ever felt a tongue like that, had gotten head like this, but couldn't think of anyone else off hand who had given me such a warm fuzzy blowjob; a true talent! It was as nice was Doc promised. I came in her mouth and she didn't lose a drop, my hard staying, that being the result of four years of taking MascuStat male birth control pills. Then she made her way over to Mary. Mary's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she came again and again and again within a couple of minutes. Leaving 'My Love' in a puddle of cyprinne G-spot come strictly from her tonguing of her mixed in with her menstrual fluid on the leather couch, she then duck-waddled over to Emily and proceeded to give Emee an anal tonguebath from hell, Emee grabbing Peggy's hair and forcing her even harder into her bottom, crying out "suck my ass dammit, suck my ass!" as Mary and I cuddled next to them inches away from a scene which would give a jaded sex surrogate like me an even more raging hard-on, which it did. Finishing up with Emee, Peggy made her way over back to me with a "Doc also told me about you, Eric; he says you're one of the absolute best straight fucks any woman can ever have; Mary, if you don't mind" "I don't mind, Peggy, not after that head you just gave me!" she teased. "I want your fiancée' to stick that hard-on in my pussy and fuck me until he makes me beg him to stop!" No problem! Having her kneel on the couch, I just shoved it in sans foreplay, she being wet as hell from giving head to all of us and obviously enjoying it as much as we did, as Mary and Emily played with her some to help keep her hot. I gave her my best shot for an hour and then my knees, especially my bad knee, started to hurt a little from all the kneeling, so I simply pulled it out and immediately shoved it into her ass, grabbing her plump but not too-plump rounded asscheeks and just driving it home, she having an orgasm so strong it made her whole body shudder with delight, she screaming then crying into the sofa as her face lay flat her ass high on it. "You are the absolute best, Eric, just like Doc Chaim told me you would be." Getting up and coming back with a wet washcloth and some towels, Peggy kissed me on the lips whispering "thank you!" to me once more as Mary and Emee began playing with each other next to me. Emily took one of the towels and slid it under Mary's butt and fished her tampon out and just clamped down on my fiancée's bleeding pussy. "I'm not as good as Peggy here" she half-jokingly apologized to Mary. "No one is as good as Peggy is, Emily." "But I -am- pretty good; enjoy, my friend." I knew that Emily enjoyed period sex with other women, both giving and receiving Peggy played with my cock as we sat beside each other and watched. She looked at me and smiled, and I smiled back, she flipping around to sit in my lap, my cock easing inside her once again. Her pussy wasn't bad, either. We just rocked and rolled for a few minutes before Emily gave Mary a couple of nice little orgasms, then moved over to us, her face still red from Mary's period blood. Peggy spreading her legs as she straddled me, facing away from me as we sat on the couch, Emily began licking Peggy and me as we fucked and My Love looked on, smiling at us. Mary leaned over and kissed me as Peggy fucked me and Emily licked us. Ahhhh, perfect. This was the life. This is my life. Perfect. No man could ask for more. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The three of us, Mary Emily and I, left for our mini-vacation the following morning. Emily was thinking aloud about coming back early, maybe Thursday or Friday, and Me Love and I would wait until Saturday or Sunday to come back home. Yes, "home". Raleigh was becoming a distant memory more and more each day, and Rockport was becoming home. We made our way up the coast of Maine slow and easy. "The girls" spent almost two thousand dollars of my money, ahhemm, "our" money at all the outlet stores in Freeport, at Saks 5th Ave., at Bloomingdale's, at Hermes, you name it, each big-name retailer had an outlet shop in Freeport, and my girls spent some of my money in almost all of them. Which took two days of looking and buying! That was okay, we were on vacation, and they didn't go apeshit crazy, even though they knew I had money in the bank and didn't care if they spent it. Just mostly shoes and handbags and few tops and such. At night, we three made soft, easy love. Emily and I having been therapy partners for two years plus during the day and lovers by night knew each other much more well than Mary and I did, but Mary was okay with that and understood, she and I having known each other less than a month at that point. And every night, Emee gave my Mary at least an hour or two of head, sucking her bleeding cunt for all she was worth, Mary being surprised about how much her period turned Emily on. In Johnstown, we found a little old leather shop with lots of equestrian stuff including the nicest little thin leather buggy whip you've ever seen. Mary asked if I'd buy it for her. I said yes, but only if she wanted me to use it on her. She just grinned. And use it for the rest of the trip we did, her rump staying nicely lightly welted and red from our "workouts". We knew she couldn't have welts on her rump during therapy with patients, so we promised ourselves to quite using it on Friday. We made our way up the coast to Calais at the US/Canadian border, then scooted over to St. Stephen's just across the line just say I could say I had been to Canada. Making our way back down the coast on Saturday, sometimes getting on I-95 to save time sometimes getting back on Old US 1 for the scenery, we saw a sign on US 1 that read "Booth Bay / Historic Booth Bay Lighthouse / Next Left", so we took it and were rewarded by a spectacular sight, a short (as compared to the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse in North Carolina) but pretty lighthouse at the end of a 1/4 mile long or long and narrow rocky peninsula. At the end of it, at the base of the lighthouse, a couple of families were picnicking. Mary and I looked at each other and read each other's minds. "This is where I want to marry you, Miss Fiason-Hewitt." "This is where I want to marry you, Mr. Woods." "This is where I want the two of you to marry me!" Emily quipped, only half-joking I believe. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ We spent the night in Ambrose Port about an hour away from Rockport, arriving home around 8AM on Sunday morning. Making our way first to the half-bath adjacent to the living room on the first floor, we then went to the kitchen to find Peggy busily fixing a large breakfast and our therapy model family seated at the dining room table in the dining room off the main kitchen, The Goulds, Mr. and Mrs. David and Janice Gould and their two daughters Gail the oldest at 13 and "JB" the youngest at age 8. Also seated was Master Skipper (yes, his real name!) LeRoy, our 8-year-old male therapy model. The Gould family all got up to give us three warm hugs and polite introductions. Master Skipper also got up to hug us, but seemed a little tense. "Mr. Woods" the father, David, began. "Eric, call me Eric, please; and this is my fiancee' and therapy partner Mary, and my long-time previous partner and associate Emily." "Eric, Emily, Mary, it's so good to be here; we've heard so much about you, Mr. Woods" "Eric" "Eric, that we consider this to be such a genuine honor that you've chosen us to be your therapy model family." "Actually, Dr. Chaim choose you for me, but I trust his judgment implicitly." Looking a little puzzled and even taken back a little for a moment, David, Mr. Gould continued "In any case, we're so thrilled to be here. I know we'll serve you well in our capacities. Like you, our primary concern is always the welfare of your patients. I assume that you'd like to see me and Janice in private and do a kinetic check?" "Yes, but we're starved, we just got back from our vacation, and if I eat one more lobster roll I think I'm going to become a freak-king lobster, but we haven't eaten breakfast yet, and Peggy here is proving herself to be a great cook among being excellent at many other things" Peggy just taking a half-bow in half-mocking-jest, we all politely laughing softly in response. Over breakfast, The Goulds told us about how they were recruited to be a family of resident therapy bodyworking models. About five years ago, Janice had a bout of severe vaginismus and vulvadinia, a bout so severe that it threatened their marriage. A homeopathic physician cured her vulvadinia, and for her vaginismus recommended a psychiatrist friend of his whom he knew had a bodyworking adjunct practice. It took six long months, including use of both male and female therapy models in addition to male and female therapists, for her to get over her reflexive spasmodic vaginismus, but once she was cured, "she became a totally new person" according to her husband Dave. At that point, some weeks later, Janice approached her hubby about them offering themselves as therapy models to the same practice that cured her. Dave wasn't sure about it, but eventually consented. After a couple of months on the payroll, they eventually approached the practice about having their kids also become therapy models, too. Their chief referring psychiatrist then sent the entire family to a weekend "tryout" for lack of a better term, I as part of my duties as a Senior Therapist normally doing several such "tryouts" and "conditionings" of potential therapy models per month, and to make a long story short, they "passed", and became a resident family of therapy models at another larger practice in the LA metro area. I told them a bit about me, but they already a lot, having been given my short bio through the PBI system. With things happening so crazy the past couple of weeks, their bios hadn't had a chance to catch up with me. Hell, until I saw them in my dining room just that morning, I wouldn't have known them if they'd bitten me on my ankles. Doc does know how to choose well for me, he always has. They had also seen Mary's very short bio, being impressed by her two degrees from Yale as everyone else usually is too, and had read Emily's as well, they asking her questions about her two years as my therapy partner, especially concerning my use of pre-adolescent therapy models used with pre-ad' patients, their children not paying us adults much mind. "I know that you concentrate on pre-pubescent patients, and use models of the same age range typically, Eric; do you think you'll have many slots for Gail to participate in?" her mother asked. "I'm not sure, Janice, but considering how pretty and nicely formed Gail is for her age, maybe Emily could use her some with her predominately older male clientele base from time to time." "That would be nice of you, her, Eric." Breakfast finished up quietly as Peggy began moving dishes off the table. It was a true godsend having her as our personal assistant. I caught her in the kitchen and asked her if she had ever done a kinetic response check of a therapy model before. She replied in all her years with Dr. Mike, Dr. Mike had always been too damn cheap to let her or any other therapist use a therapy model, even when was clearly called for by Dr. Mike's own diagnosis, and the patient would have paid for it. I told her that Emily and I were going to do kinetic response checks on the Goulds shortly, and I'd like for her to sit in and watch and learn. She kissed me on the cheek to thank me. Up in a spare bedroom, we did the parents, David and Janice, first. They had been through this before and I wasn't concerned they'd show any negative reactions. Just routine for all us, except for Mary and Peggy. Emily and I sat on the edge of the bed and had them strip before us, Peggy and Mary watching the proceedings from the end of the room as they sat in some old carved wingback chairs on either side of the dresser. They each then did quarter and eighth turns a couple of rotations, so we could clearly observe their bodies, looking for anything that concerned on interested us They then turned away from us, bent over, and spread their asscheeks to each of us in turn. As they did, Emily and I slipped on latex gloves. Not as a universal safe sex precaution, everyone present being so thoroughly checked for all diseases that it was a moot concern, but as a way of saving some time, saving clean-up time as such. I examined Janice's anal cavity as she bent forward away me, grabbing her knees as she stood, as Emee did the same to David; then we switched. When you're a professional bodyworker or therapy model that is used by them, there is no such thing as homophobia by either gender. Having our models turn around, we stood before them and groped them all over, from head literally to toe, watching to see even the most minor tells on uncomfortability on their parts, tells such as an involuntary muscle shake somewhere, a quick cough, an unexpected giggle, things like that. Things which in a therapy situation with a live patient could break the momentum of a therapeutic action series and potentially hurt the recovery of our patient. Things which can't be tolerated in a clinical sexual therapy setting. After a full-body grope, they lay down on the bed. As I sucked David hard, Emee gave Janice some head and then frigged her pussy and then her asshole again with a lubed latex gloved hand, just enough for both again to check reactions, then I rolled a condom on my cock (again, primarily to save clean-up time), lubed it up a bit, and having David draw his legs up some as he got on all fours, entered his ass for just a few strokes. I could tell he enjoyed everything for their own sakes. Then I had David do the same to me, in the same sequence, as Janice reversed roles with Emily, Emee and I both watching each other's respective partners as well as our own for those tell-tale-tells. Then we switched. I gave Janice head, frigged her pussy and ass, then fucked both, then had her give me head with her juices still fresh on me. Emee gave David head, had him give her head, had him fuck her pussy and ass and then pussy again (switching condoms between times, of course), then suck her pussy once more, then kissing him hard on the lips to share their juices. We then had them do a couple of standard position fucks with each other. No problems. They passed. "Peggy, Mary, would you like to do anything with them before they get dressed? I asked, they shaking their heads "no". The girls, their daughters, were next. Every therapist does kinetic body checks a little different with different models and ages of models, and I'm no different. Having them strip, we did our full-body gropes, then had them jump on the bed with us. With blood sisters especially, you need to check their responses with and for each other, since they might be used together in a given situation. I had the older one, Gail, give her younger sibling, JB, some easy head, then had them switch, then do a sixty-nine with each other, as best they could, considering Gail was almost a full foot taller than her sister. Emily took JayBee to one side of the bed and I took Gail to the other. Emily had JB suck her tits, pussy, and then asshole as well, JB seemingly relishing it all, then Emee did her in turn as well. I had Gail suck me harder and then crawled on top of her, trying to crowd "her space" as much as I could, getting my hot breath in her face to honestly try to push her limits if she had any a little. If she was in a therapy session and the therapist had a male patient do the same to her, she had to be able to take not just sexual but intimate closeness. Sucking her neck and then her earlobe, she moaned slightly, not tensing up at all as we fucked, her smallish but pert young breasts being flattened into my chest by my weight atop her. She flipping to all fours, I assfucked her just enough to make sure she was comfortable with a grown man doing that to her. Then Emee and I switched partners. With Peggy and Mary watching intently from the foot of the room, Emee put Gail through her paces, insisting Gail shove her tongue up her ass for a bit, as JB (for "Joosteema Beulah", no wonder everyone calls her "JB"!) and I did our thing. The main thing with pre-pubescent female therapy models is to check for oral, anal, and vaginal capacities regarding adult male organs. She didn't have any trouble taking my cock to about 3" deep insider her mouth, enough. Her vagina was surprisingly tight even for her age, considering the number of adult male patients she had been used with, I thought the barrel of it would have reflexed open more by all her prior activity, but apparently not; I couldn't get but a little more than half my length inside her, no matter how much lube I used or what position I put her in. Her anus, on the other hand, took my length to its fullness, something not really surprising, since anal passages even in young girls are usually long enough to be able to do that. She almost purred as I slowly assfucked her. "Peggy, Mary, care to play with our models some?" I didn't have to ask. Both were already nude and standing beside the bed before I looked down to the end of the room and they weren't there, being beside us instead. Jumping on the bed with us, they both began a freeplay time with the girls. Emee and I backed off a little, watching. Mary in particular was fascinated with JB. I knew Mary had been exposed therapeutically to young girls during her training, so this wasn't anything new for her. Mary's right hand and fingers slowly played with JB's bare pussy, two fingers working inside her, Mary enjoying it as much as JB was, as JB sucked on Mary's closest bare breast. Peggy was going down on Gail in the meantime, Gail literally grabbing the sheets clenching both fists tight from passion as Peggy did her oral magic on her, Gail also clenching her teeth and trying to keep from crying out in excess passion, clearly thinking this was part of her kinetic check (it wasn't, it was freeplay) and that she shouldn't show much if any response to Peggy's clearly superior cunnilingus. "Go ahead and enjoy it, Gail, Peggy is that good, we all know it" I stage whispered to her, Gail bursting out with an genuine "aaarrrggghhhh!!!!" as she came two or three times within seconds of each other, Peggy smiling as her young minion went limp underneath her. Master Skipper LeRoy was different, as are all pre-pubescent or even post-adolescent male therapy models. I don't care what anyone else tells you, I've been with hundreds of young boys as therapy patients and many as therapy patients, and even if they're seemingly completely comfortable in most situations, they are -very- different from therapy model girls of the same age, and you have to treat them different, kinetically check them different. We had him do the usual stand and rotate for us, as was the usual groping of him as he stood. Then Emee bade him up on the bed, and I backed off for a few minutes. She sucked him, had him give her head, had him play with her boobs as he wished, had him play with her pussy as he wished, seemingly giving -him- control over a lot if not most of the situation. That's the difference. With girls, an adult, male or female, can pretty much take and assume control of the situation; in fact, if you don't, they won't respond as needed to a kinetic check. But with young boys, you must present at least the illusion of some choice and control. Sucking his little cock until it reached its 3" to 4" length, she lay flat and had him enter her, he clearly enjoying that. Then, before he could have his pre-pub' come (yes, a child, any child, regardless of age, can and often do have orgasms, sometimes fluid-emitting, often not), nodded for me to come over. I still hadn't read his bio fully so I had to wing it. "Hi, Skipper." "Hi Eric." "Have you been through a kinetic bodycheck before?" "Yeah, a couple of times." "Have you been with many adult males during therapy sessions?" I continued as my hand lazily found his still erect cock as we sat cross-legged on the bed from each other. "Uh, yeah; it's in my file; I don't know how many, but yeah, lots." "Anything about being with a man that you don't like or are afraid of?" "Aahhh, no, not really, not unless he has a really, really big one, nope." "Let's begin, shall we?" First I lay back and had him masturbate me, to check on his technique. Contrary to fantasy speculation, a lot of times with an adult male patient or couple all that's required of a boy therapy model is some sexual touching and usually a little oral giving. His eight-year-old hands were practiced, and worked by cock expertly. I just lay back for a moment and enjoyed it. Mary slid beside me to watch the proceedings more closely, but didn't interfere with my kinetic check of young Skipper. Then I had him suck me, which he did pretty well. Mary seemed fascinated by this too, watching his smallish mouth take my fairly large member as deeply as he could. Peggy having sat back down at the foot of the bed also watched with interest. Nudging him off me, I lay beside him and took his member in my mouth. Mary looked like she wanted to join me, but didn't, knowing this was business with him, not personal. Personal could and would come later. He responded well to my mouth, appropriately. Then slipping a latex finger cot on his dick, a standard condom of course being way too big, I got on all four and had him enter me for a couple of minutes, then he taking my place and I entering him, his anus blossoming open well and easy to the touch of my cock. Then it was over, but not before both Mary and Peggy got a taste of his young cock, and both let him play with their boobs and pussies some as he wished. Ah, what a life, what life. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I found the Goulds in their bedroom. They had chosen one for themselves upstairs on the third floor where Peggy's and Emily's was . That left only one spare bedroom free on the third floor. "The girls have chosen one across the hall from you. By your file, we saw where you'd probably want JB as your primary model and also a sleeping partner for you and Mary." "Is that okay with you folks?" "Of course it is, Eric; we are a 'model family', pardon the pun" David replied "with their room right across the hall from yours, JB can just dart over and see her sister as she likes, they are very close as sisters." "Yes, that's obvious" Mary replied as we sat down in a couple of old ladderback chairs near the vanity across from the bed in their room as they sat on the edge of their bed. "How is Skipper related to you?" David shot me an unintended look that yelled "haven't you read our damn files yet?!?" "He's not. He was assigned to us shortly after we became a therapy model family, and has been with us ever since. He's an orphan, doesn't have any living relatives at all. He's become almost like a son to us. We've even talked about adopting him, maybe sometime soon in the future. Oh, while we enjoy doing recreational with our girls and often do so, Janice and I both prefer Skipper, he's usually our sleeping partner. Of course, anytime you and Mary wish him as a sleeping partner for yourselves, we are all at your disposal, including Skipper." Yeah, like I didn't know that, but I didn't want to be rude or call obvious dibs. "Oh, Mary and I will enjoy Skipper occasionally, but as you know I prefer younger ladies as our third, though the longer I stay as a therapist the more I've learned to enjoy young boys as well." "As it should be" Janice replied with unusual thoughtfulness and perspective. "Well, we don't mean to be rude, but we're just back from vacation and have already had to start working on this Sunday, and have got a ton of catching up to do before we all begin tomorrow; Peggy usually let's everyone grab their own lunch, but feel free to ask her if you'd like something special fixed; she's her as your assistant as well as ours, and she gives the very best head, by the way, to both sexes." "We found that out last week!" Janice smiled. "Mary and I will be in the study next to our bedroom if you need us; we're looking forward to working with you; ciao!" +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++= We opened the door between our bedroom and the office next to it, just in case anyone stuck their head in looking for us, and began slogging through all the paperwork. Then I heard my cellphone faintly beep. Damn! I had left it in the kitchen, and just knew it was Doc calling. Racing to our brand-new courtesy of Doc recently installed while we were on vacation small but functional elevator, the damn thing was on the first floor and I couldn't wait the sixty seconds for it to come up, I flew down the stairs and grabbed the phone off the table. It was Doc, and I had answered after over twenty or more rings. "I should scold you, Eric, I told you to keep the phone with you at all times, but I won't; just do better, keep it closer to you; busy now?" "Nope, just got through kinetically checking the Goulds and Skipper." "Everything fine?" "Sure, they're excellent; you always do know exactly what I need, Doc." "Couple of things, my boy. Have you been by the office yet, and have you reviewed your patient files yet?" "No, and no." "You need to do both today, ASAP." "I know, I will." "I think you'll love your new office. Peggy, by the way, is going to be your new office assistant there as well. The old receptionist will still be there, but Peggy is to be your and Mary's constant companion, constantly present assistant 24 hours a day. You okay with that?" "Sure Doc. She's very nice, not at all what she seemed like the first time we met her, not shy or reserved at all." "Feel free to use her as a therapist or therapy model too, Eric, if you think you need to, though with the Goulds, with Janice and the girls . . . " "I know. What about my patients?" "All but two of your regular ones will be able to make the transfer up to Rockport. You'll see my notes to you in a letter to you in the files I sent, and I've also sent you a copy of it in email." "Email? Shit, Doc, I haven't checked my email in a week, sorry!" "It's okay, I told you to go on that vacation, remember?" "What about Emily?" "Well, all that's in my notes to you too. As you know, she's taking over the adult male section of the practice from Peggy and from whats-her-name that left; please review her files closely too, Eric; keep in mind she's been working with kids with you for the past two years and even though she wants this transfer to the adult male clientele, she'll need your support." "She's a close friend as well as colleague, Doc, you know I'll be there for her." "I know. How's everything else, excited about this new life you're creating for you and Mary?" "You know I am. Mary and I found the perfect spot to be married, found where want to be married at, a lighthouse on a spit of land up the coast; you -are- coming to my wedding, aren't you, Doc?" "Eric. Eric." he took several deep breaths then exhaled what he wanted to say "you're like a son to me, more than you know. Of course I'll be there." Stunned silence on my part. He called me his "son". Damn. I knew he felt close to me, liked me, but damn, damn, damn, damn. I took a few deep breaths of my own. "You're like a second Dad to me too, Doc. I feel closer to you than I do my own Dad." "That probably because I fucked you in the ass during your training literally under me, my boy!" Doc joked, we both laughing from tension released. Then silence for a couple of moments before I broke it. "Well, I do have a long day, need to get to these files and go see the new place. Talk to you soon!" My head was swimming from what Doc just told me, swimming in nice ways. I still didn't know what to make of it. I took the elevator back upstairs and grabbed the Jeep Cherokee keys and pulled at Mary to come with me as I pressed the buttons on the new intercom system to find out where Peggy was at, she being in the basement fiddling with something with the boiler. "Meet me downstairs in a couple of minutes, please" she asking but I not telling her what I wanted. Hell, -I- didn't know what I wanted. Throwing her the keys, I told her I just wanted her to drive us around Rockport some and show us some more of her neat places. She drove us around, she in the front seat me and my love in the back, for about an hour, pointing out this place and that place as a guide on a tour bus would. Then she stopped and asked us to get out and follow her. The signs on this side street near our house clearly said "No Parking" but she didn't care. She almost skipped skipping steps ahead of us as she lead us into what looked like a large vacant lot between two 1920's era old tract houses, a vacant lot with a sturdy wrought iron fence around it and several "No Trespassing" signs wired to it, and an old wrought iron park bench at the back of it. I didn't want to get in trouble, but she replied with her now customary aplomb that "she knew the owner, so we wouldn't get in trouble." The park bench at the back faced away from the road, and I couldn't figure out why at first, not until we walked up to it, at the back edge of the empty lot, and saw the most spectacular overview of Rockport possible, including a view to the right of the marshy part of the small yacht basin that we had a view of from our house. Truly spectacular view, if it was of downtown mostly. Still, with the sea and marsh to the right and the hear of the city to its left, a great view. Mary and I sat down on the bench and cuddled close in the creeping fall chill (Jes', it does get colder quicker in Maine than in North Carolina!), Peggy sitting and cuddling close to me on my opposite side. I didn't mind. Neither one pried and asked me what was wrong, why I just wanted to get out and see the city a bit. Good thing, too, because I wouldn't told them. "I just love this view!" I pronounce to no one in particular, no one in particular answering me back, either. Just blissful, peaceful, happy silence between my love of my life, me, and our new friend. We soaked the view up for a good half hour before my stomach rumbled loudly and broke the mood, both of my girls laughing at me when it did. Back in the Jeep, Peg took us to a pizza place near the office where acting as our assistant had set up an account that billed the practice, one of several she had done so at places near the office, most of whom also delivered. Mary got a small garbage pizza and Peg and I shared a large sausage and Canadian bacon with extra cheese one. And the sweet tea was perfect, the best iced tea I'd had outside of North Carolina. "C'mon, you two procrastinators, time for your orientation!" Peggy sweetly ordered as she hustled us out the door and to the Jeep, driving us the few blocks over to our newly remodeled office. Fishing a badge on a strap from an envelope dug out from under the front seat, she similarly gave us similar photo ID badges like our old ones we used to have at the old place, standard ones like all PBI-trained therapists are issued. The new ones read "Dr. Josewic & Associates, Rockport, ME" and then our names and titles. My title read "Practice Manager / Senior Therapist". Cool. She also handed us the keys to the Jeep, showing us which other key on the ring was for the front door, back door, emergency side door exit, etc. After turning both keyed locks at the front door, one had just ten seconds to flash their badge in front of an optical card reader three paces to the left of the door, that or all hell would break loose. She explained all the details about the security system, which was as tight as the damn Pentagon. Nice. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The place itself I didn't recognize. A now much smaller waiting area that had chairs and couches for about ten to twelve people, but all new furniture, real solid wood stuff. The windows around the building all had been replaced by taller, narrower ones with triple pane glass, and I could clearly see the security wire between the panes. And the windows had both vertical blinds and real, new drapes made from thick imprinted fabric! Doc did have good taste. The reception area was kind of between an "L" and "U" shape, with two doors leading apparently to two different corridors. "One side is for adults, and one side is for child patients" Peggy explained as if she needed to, the basic design being similar to our old one at the old Chatham Street place, the thick glass window at the receptionist alcove being at a "L" to be able to see both the front door and the reception area. Flashing her badge at another card reader at the left side door, the door automatically opened. Down the hall the first room was a framed but doorless playroom area for small children filled with pre-age-8 or so toys and then a smaller area within with a door with a mostly glass front with a non-locking lock on it and a TV, Ninetendo, Sony Playstation, computer, and many other electronic toys for older kids inside, a place where they could escape any noisy younger neighbors while waiting. Across from that was an open small break room area with a coin-less Coke machine, a frig, a microwave, and a wire rack similar to what was used in therapy room filled with all kinds of snacks. To the side of the breakroom was a unisex bathroom with two toilets inside stalls, a male urinal, two lavatories and a small shower. Across from the eight foot wide or so hall next to the kids playroom was a door marked "Private" with a card reader next to it. Peggy flashed it and it opened Sesame. Inside, immediately to the right of that in a narrow foyer was another door with another card reader, which lead to the receptionist' desk and area, where all the old paper files were also kept as well. A security monitor rotated images of three views of the reception area, one image each of each hallway, and then a series of images from angles outside the building, both facing it and facing away from it. In the wake of 9/11 and the feverance of the New Puritanism too, Doc wasn't taking any chances. Back out in the tiny foyer, Peggy flashed the card reader and the other woodstained unmarked door opened up, she looking at Mary with a sheepish "I'm sorry, Hon', but you'll have to wait out here." I gave Peggy a very stern, almost angry look. "I'm; I'm sorry Eric, but you know the rules, you know what Doc says; only you and your assistant are supposed to have access to your office." I thought for a moment, calming down, before replying." "I like you a lot, Peggy, and you're great as my assistant, but I'm in charge, and if I want my future wife to have access to my private office, she -will- have access, or I will call Doc right now; I'm in charge, not you, understand?" she looking almost fearful as I motioned Mary to follow me in. Inside was pretty much what I expected. A nice desk, a nice standard computer networked to the PBI system with a separate card reader that allowed access to it, and a to the right of that a bank of several color monitors that flashed all the images from the security cameras that were also piped to the receptionist, yes, but also another series of a small wall of monitors that showed at least three rotating angles in each therapy room plus the other treatment rooms plus full audio for each. "This, Mary, is what you weren't supposed to see, what is kept secret from every therapist unless and until they're made a manager, that as manager or senior therapist you can sit back in your office and monitor every single thing that goes in every single therapy room. It's for the legal protection of the practice, yourself, PBI, and the whole of the bodywork politic. I thought you have a right to know, as my wife. Peggy, Mary will have access before tomorrow, or I will formally reprimand you; understand?" she nodding her head yes. Then it also hit me; there was no security measures at the house, so I asked Peg about the lack of them, and she replied that there were going to be installed hopefully next week, that until I came along such security measure weren't needed, gently poking me in the ribs as we made our way down the hall. Along the far wall, four therapy rooms, mine being directly across from my office, each marked in turn "Therapy Room #1" and then #2, etc.. My treatment room did have the small luxuries of a full bathroom with full-sized tub and shower whereas the other treatment rooms only had half-baths and small self-contained kitchenetee area within the small "parlor" area as we liked to call it where patients were counseled prior to going back to the exam and then treatment areas, but other than those two items was identical to the rest of them. A gap of wall space down the hall from my office, some acoustical "privacy space" I assumed, then, in order, the "wetroom" which consisted of what amounts to a large open bathroom with stark white hospital-style tile floor to ceiling literally and three commodes just out in the open next to each other and a bidet along the same wall, plus two open showers with multiple heads at different levels, a physical therapy hydro tub beside them, and a large tiled alcove space with different height seats built in to the sides and a couple of garden hoses and small fire hoses inside of cabinets to the side-front of the space; then the BDSM room, kind of small and not many accouterments such as whips and canes and paddles and such and no St. Andrew's Cross, just a couple of paddling benches plus a tilting rack and some large iron eyes and hooks bolted in various places into the walls and ceilings; then the "group room", a large open airy space with a large skylight letting in sunlight from the flat roof above and lots of pillows with stain-proof covers and what we funnily called "fuckmats" something akin to foam-filled vinyl-covered exercise mats piled atop one another all over the floor, also a 60" TV with VCR and DVD and nice stereo beside it and another small self-contained kitchenette along one wall, the "group room" being used for what it sounds like, i.e. women's masturbation classes, large group therapy sessions, things like that. Then I noticed a rack of built-in and freestanding medical instruments discretely hidden behind some folding screens, and along the top of the ten-foot high walls some seamless rolling-up-down backdrops like photographers use. Doc had designed the room for triple-duty as the group, photography, and telemetry room . Smart. At the end of the hall, a cardless double door lead to the storage area where the usual racks of towels, linens, gowns, gloves, Kotex, Tampax, Always, bottles of lube, boxes of condoms and enemas and douches and their ilk were stored. Walking past another set of double doors with crash bars and "Emergency Exit Only" warnings on it middle way of the back side of the back wall, Peggy explaining that while Doc somehow had rushed all this through Rockport City Inspections without a real set of approved plans, that fire marshall had insisted on taking the card readers off the doors to the storage room and cutting in this emergency door or he wouldn't give Dr. Mike/Doc Chaim their/our occupancy permit to open so quickly in time. Another cardless door on the opposite side lead to the other hall, where the adult therapist rooms were, all along the outside of the hall next to exterior wall, a couple of small rooms for the janitor and some of the HVAC equipment and a telephone and communications closet being the only doors along the inside hall, then back out to the waiting room. Nice, very nice. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Pleased, Boss?" Peggy shot at me with that "boss" shit as a non-insult insult. "Yes, Peggy, Boss is pleased" I murmured as I pulled Mary to me and we walked the few steps out the door to the street and to the Jeep and home. It was almost three o'clock and I still hadn't cracked my files. The damn cell phone beeped me. Thank God I remembered to take it with me. Of course it was Doc. "Eric, have you looked over your schedule yet?" "No, Doc, Peggy and Mary and I went out for a while, got some pizza, Peg got us orientated to the new office, thanks again for everything by the way I really love it, and we are just now leaving to go home." "Well, I'm glad you liked it, I thought you would. Anyway, I have solid booked for next week, solid from 8 to 5, existing patients only, next week you can start setting your own schedules again, but I have a favor to ask of you." "Uh-hu?" I lazily replied. "I have an emergency case I need you to squeeze in for me, if you think you can. If you say yes, I'll fly them in tonight. Oh, this in the briefings you haven't read yet, all patients unless otherwise we notify you by the main office will be staying the Parkstone downtown, which is normally only a five minute drive from the office, and the hotel shuttle will normally be able to bring them and pick them back up, just letting you know." "Thanks for telling me. Sure, you know I'll be glad to squeeze your patient in. By the way, just letting you know, I'm ordering Peggy to give Mary card access to my inner office at the new office. Got a problem with that?" like I gave a shit whether he did or not. Dead silence save cellphone crackling a bit from the encryption chip for a minute then "I guess not, but she is to be the only exception." "I told Emily about the room monitoring and showed her all the stuff years ago." I could hear the steam coming from his eyes into his cellphone. Dads and sons do disagree at times, even in the best of times. "Okay, whatever, but outside of your therapy partners and personal assistants, you keep your mouth shut about the room monitoring!" he fussed. "Sure, no problem, Doc. What's the deal with Peggy anyway? I like her and all, but obviously you have more in mind for her than you've told me. She's obviously been cleared to have access to everything. What's the deal with her?" I asked Doc in the open Jeep where she and Mary both could clearly hear me ask the question. "She's to be your personal, -personal- assistant, Eric; again, that's in the briefing folder that's waiting for you at home. She is to have access to all but the most confidential data of yours. And she is to be with you and Mary basically 24 hours a day, to serve your every need. We cleared her while you were gone. She'll serve you well. She's yours and Mary's for life, as long as you wish to have her. Call her an early wedding present. Enjoy her!" Damn, My, our own personal slave, and one would that gave incredible head at that. "Guess what, my fiancée' Dear? Doc says Peggy here is to be our personal servant, no, voluntary slave for life, as long as we want to keep her" I kinda smirked as I closed the cover of the flip-phone. I swear Mary shot me a look that screamed "what the fuck are you talking about? You've got to be fucking crazy!" "It's true, Mary. While you were on vacation, Doc recruited me, asked me to serve Eric and you for the rest of your lives, if you'll have me. Regardless, I'm to be Eric's personal assistant for as long as he's here, that and run the household for you and the other therapists. All you have to do is say 'yes', and I'm yours and Eric's for life, to do with as you wish, to help you as you need, to be your true personal servant and slave. Whaddya say, huh?" she chirped as she made eye contact with us from the rearview mirror, grinning like the proverbial possum that's eaten one too many dead vultures. No wonder she had been so damned happy. Evidently this is what she had always wanted. Four years as a bodyworker had taught me how to read people like a book most of the time. Mary and I looked deep into each other's eyes for a moment, then smiled when it hit us that this was for real. "Sure, you're on, Peggy, as of now you're our servant for life." "Your slave, Eric, your slave. It's okay to say the word; it's what I've wanted all of my life, to be slave to my one true Master, and you're it!" "Okay, slave, first thing, go tell the Goulds that Gail can't have the bedroom across from ours. I want you in that bedroom, move your things in this afternoon. Put Gail in any other room." "Yes Master. Anything else?" "Mary?" I chirped. "Do that first, s-l-a-v-e" Mary dragging the word out for a bit of bit of humor "then come see me; you have more of your delicious head to give me." "Yes, Mistress." "This is going to be a blast, My Husband, an absolute blast!" +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Emily had her head buried in Marnie's and Peggy's old patient files. Marnie was long gone, and Peggy wouldn't be needing them anymore. Knowing Emily, I knew that she would be happier with an adult male clientele. Against everything in her file, against all her personality trait tests and such, and even against Doc's wishes, I had selfishly made her my therapy partner those years ago simply because she was one of the most stunningly physically perfect females I'd ever run across, and simply wanted to fuck her night and day. While more bi than straight by nature, Emee did love men, I knew she loved me, and knew she'd be happier doing suck-and-fuck therapy regimens with adult guys than having to mind-blank at times and just do her job with kids because it was expected of her and not because it's what she personally would have chosen for herself. With her beauty and personality, I knew from experience that since her client calendar was already full it would just be a matter of time before we'd have to get another female therapist to handle Emily's overload. Smiling at her and she back at me, I went over and kissed her full on the lips, she hugging my neck as her papers dropped off her lap. "What was that for?" she asked with wide eyes. "Because I love you so much, my dearest friend." "I love you too" looking at Mary with a question mark above her head and then speaking to her as she broke her embrace of me "everything all right with you two?" she even more quizzically inquired. "Oh yeah, Emee, everything's beyond perfect. Meet our new slave-for-life, Miss Peggy." "Hu?" was Emee all could cough up. "Well tell you later. We're going to head upstairs and get to work; if you need us, yell." Peggy brought our case files, schedule, and other stuff from Doc up with us, just grinning like she had a mouth full of barbed wire as the elevator eased its way up. Mary pinched Peg's nipple through her blouse just for fun, Peggy beaming even more. We sitting on the bed to spread all the dossiers and case files and such out, Peggy excused herself to go tell the Goulds that she was moving into Gail's room. I didn't expect a problem, but David soon appeared at my bedroom door, asking what was going on. I told him that Peggy was moving in across the hall, taking Gail's room. He asked why twice more. He didn't need an answer. He was my employee. I told him anyway. "Because Peggy is our slave, and a slave should sleep near her Master and Mistress" Dave's expression changing to one of mild embarrassment, he excusing himself. As Dave and Janice helped their daughter move her stuff to a the last spare bedroom on the 3rd floor, Gail stuck her head in and asked if she could ask a favor of me. I told her sure. She asked that since Peggy was moving into her old room, could they turn Peg's old room into kind of a third floor small living room? Would I buy them a nice TV and stereo for it if I said yes? I said "of course" to all of it, and just tell Peggy what she wanted TV and all wise, and it would be done, she coming over the kiss me on the cheek and hug my neck a little in thanks. "That girl wants to do some 'recreational' with you, don't you know, Hon'?" my Mary asked as her eyes didn't leave the papers in front of her, speaking in the slang of a grizzled old bodyworking veteran. "Yeah, I know. I, eerrr, we will, soon, my love." The files on the Goulds were interesting. Both Dave and Janice were victims of childhood sexual abuse. Nothing out of the ordinary there. But they were also half brother and half sister, same mother different fathers, Dave having gotten a forged ID when he was 21 or so, just so he could "legally" in quotes marry his half-sister Janice. You don't see that every day, grant you. Gail and JB were both their full blood kids, and neither child had any abnormalities because of their parents' close genetics. Dave had gotten a vasectomy and Janice had her tubes tied both after JB, though, because with two perfect children to their credit they didn't want to take any chance. Dave was also a former defense department contract engineer assigned to Lockheed's skunk works plant for years as an inspector of classified projects, and it was after he was laid off that the thing with Janice happened and they decided to become a family of therapy models. Their psychological profiles were interesting. Both showed strong personalities and high intelligence but submissive streaks a proverbial mile wide. Then it hit me. Of course, by nature a therapy models have to be extremely submissive by nature. I'd been working with them for four years and that realization just then hit me, I guess because of what just happened with Peggy. I know that skull of mine can be kinda dense at times. The "emergency work-in" case that Doc wanted me to take was nothing unusual. I hate to say it that way, but a lot of my cases are similar to it. A twelve-year-old boy had been kidnapped and brutalized for a week by a psycho before the psycho was caught and killed and the boy rescued. The rescue happened just two weeks ago. Doc had been consulted for the evaluation, he being one of the nation's leading recognized public experts in this sort of thing (if the public only knew the rest of his story, wouldn't they be surprised!), and Doc knew that the sooner therapy could start, the better for him, the patient. Mary and I would get to him the next day ASAP, that next afternoon. More boring stuff about Dr. Mike and the history of the practice, Dr. Mike not having a clue on what to do with bodyworkers and how to use them as a component arm of a triad-therapy regimen (talking therapy, drug therapy, body contact therapy) for sex cases, and then the usual dossier copies of potential patients I could pick to work with in the near to medium term futures, once openings occurred in my calendar (I and only two other true senior-level therapists in other practices in different states basically have free reign to pick and choose our patients, and we each have our different strengths and weaknesses and we know them, that's we each have high "cure" rates), and that was it. Peggy stuck her head in the door with an "all done Master, care to inspect?" All she had done was move what little bit of personal stuff in she owned, not much at all, but I made my the five feet across the hall and looked in, nodding my approval. "Master approves?" I couldn't take it much longer. "Peggy, I love you Dear, and I am your Master, but please, no, let me make this an order, except during power exchange times and/or the closed door privacy of our bedroom, you are to call me 'Eric' not 'Master', is that understood?" "Yes, Maaa, yes Eric." "Now go see Mary. I think you have some head to give her that she wanted." "Yes, Maa, yes Eric." Downstairs on the couch Emily had finished with her work and was watching the Browns beat the Patriots on TV. She did like football and most sports. "Hi Emm" "Hi Eric" she replied without looking up at me as I plopped down beside her. Two years of screwing her on a daily basis in every conceivable situation and I was still attracted to her. I loved her, was -in- love with Mary, but make no mistake, unless we all somehow became Seventh Day Adventists, I'd be balling Emee until I was too old to do so. "You know we have a whole family of therapy models if we want to pick and choose a couple and have some 'recreationals' with them." "I know. I'm just; I don't know; tired, I guess." "What's the problem, Emily? You can you can tell me." Silence. Even more silence for a good five minutes as watched the Browns win on a field goal with less then two minutes to go in the game. Then she spake: "I love you, Eric. Peggy came down a while ago that she was now your and Mary's slave for life. Oh Eric, you gonna think I'm a silly female for saying this, but that's what I wanted, to be your slave. Well, not your slave-slave, but to be with you for the rest of our lives. Not even as your wife, just your woman, your friend. Why do you I think I took a huge salary cut and chose an uncertain future, because Maine's so damn pretty? No, Eric, it's because I love, have loved you since the day I met you, and while I knew you'd never ask me to marry you, I was hoping we could be and stay more than fuckbuddies, know what I mean, Pal?" A tear ran down my cheek without me meaning it to you. Then a couple more. Then a couple more. I quietly sobbed into the nape of her neck as we held each other close. "I never knew you felt that way about me, Emee, never, I swear." "I know" she shot back with on-target but not angry sarcasm "you are a guy, and guys are so fucking clueless, and you're no exception. You are a guy, a real guy, that's why I love you so much like I do." I sucked it up enough quit my crying and look her in the eye. Then, for the first time ever, I kissed her, not as a fuckbuddy as she put it, but as her lover. We kissed passionately, our tongues working furiously, until the moment seemed right. "I wasn't kidding about marrying you and Mary, Eric." "I know that now." "I'd eat your and Mary's shit for the next lifetime if it meant I could be close, close to you like I want to be, like we just were then." "That won't be necessary. You will be forever too, I swear to you" She looked at me with love in her eyes, real love. "Hhhmmm?" as all she muster. "Mary's the love of my life, I don't how to explain it, or even if I can. I am -IN- love with her so much. But I know now I'm -in- love with you too, My Love. I'm befuddled right now. I do know that I don't have to choose, so I won't. Mary won't care if you marry us, she'll think it's a goof, but I'll tell her flat out that it's not, that you and I are serious. As long as you're content with Mary being wife number one, then my love, will you marry me, marry Mary and myself, be my, be our wife number two?" "Of course, my husband, of course." We kissed passionately for another five minutes before Peggy bopped down the stairs with a "hey, can I join in?" "Maybe later, Peggy" I replied "by the way, Emily here is going to be Wife #2, so you're going to have to be her slave as well." "Oh, Eric my Masss, my Eric, the way you two have been making goo-goo eyes at each other ever since I first saw you together, and the way you and her made love when we all did, shoot, I knew this was coming before you did. Sure, Emily, my Mistress #2, your slave Peggy is here to serve you too. "Then get over here and give some of that incredible head of yours!" Emee gleed. "Yes, Mis, yes Emily." What an incredible past thirty-six hours. What and incredible past thirty-six days. What an incredible past thirty-six months. If things got any better today, I'd have though this was a dream. Seeing Peggy eagerly lapping at my soon-to-be Wife #2's cunt and asshole as I paternally patted Peggy on the head as she did reminded me that this was no dream, it was my reality, and a damn good one at that. But tomorrow was a work day and would be a long one at that. Had to pay for all this good fortune somehow, and my therapy practice was how. Work is work. And love is love. Had to go tell my Love And Wife #1 about how Emee and I truly felt about each other, and that while she and I would be the ones with the legal marriage certificate, Emily would be wife to both of us in every way but legally. I just hope she would take it well. ++++++++++++++++++++++ "Sure, Silly Husband, I knew you two were in love from the moment I saw you two together at the old place on Chatham Street that first visit. You're not telling me a thing I didn't know." "But; but how could you know when I didn't, not until just an hour ago?" "Because you're a man, silly, and men are totally clueless, that's how." "Yes, I've heard that before." "Probably more than once" she getting a tiny bit of slightly sarcastic lick in, that was okay, she deserved to "we women just know these things, especially when it concerns how our man feels about other women. I'm beyond okay with it, really, My Husband. I know you love me more than Emily, more than your own life itself, and please know that I do love you and am in love you with as much if not more than you're in love with me" she continued as she slid her dossier papers off the bed and scooted close to me as I sat on the edge of it near her "I am right on that, aren't I, Eric?" "Of course My Love, I love you more than my life itself." "The fact the you and Emily are in love too doesn't change how you and I feel about each other. You are to be my legal husband for the rest of my life, Eric Woods, and that's all I care about. It's you, silly." We just hugged each other close and gently kissed for a while. "You are the perfect woman for me, Miss Faison-Hewitt" "And you are the perfect man for me, Mr. Woods. Marry me." "When?" "This Thanksgiving." "Still out at lighthouse we found? You know we'll freeze our taa-taas off in the middle of a Maine winter there." "I don't care." "Neither do I." More hugs and smooches and kisses. Passions rose. "I bet my husband right now is thinking about fucking not just me, but probably about also including one or two therapy models in our play, too." "Hu?, How? How did you know?" "Because you're my husband, and I know you because I know myself. Who do you want me to go get for us? JB? Gail? Both?" She was right of course, that's who I was thinking about calling for a recreational, but dammit, Wife #1 or not, I didn't want her to be smug in knowing me as well as she apparently did. "You're half-right; Gail, yes, but also Janice; I do love mother-daughter scenes." "Yes, I know you do. I've read your complete files, remember?" she just grinned back at me. Janice and Mary "prepped" Gail for me, making love in a lesbian threesome as I watched and gently masturbated myself for a moment. Wait. I had a house full of therapy models to do anything I wished. I called Skipper in and had him masturbate me as he and I both watched the girls, all of us on my bed, both of us interested but not extremely turned on. They continued making love to each other for a while, then stopped for a moment. "What's wrong?" "Oh nothing's wrong, Eric, Gail's just started her period and I need to go get a towel and a Tampax, that's all" my Mary replied. Janice made a show of inserting the Tampax in her daughter, teasing her with it like it was a small dildo before finally working the applicator in and then pulling out and flipping the cardboard tube over her shoulder against the back wall before diving down on her daughter's muff. That made me hotter, and Mary could tell. "Would Husband like to fuck Gail while she's wearing a tampon, Hhhhmmm?" "Yes, Husband would." "Then wife suggests he do so." I eased my way atop Gail like I had done earlier as Mary and Janice worked at and played with getting my cock in. "Ever done it with a tampon in, Gail?" I had to ask, she nodding "no" "it's no biggie, it just feels fuller to you, that's all, just relax and enjoy; I know you're small, I'll take it easy." She relaxed more under me as I held her close and made slow, soft, easy love to her. God, she felt so good under me. Mary was sucking one of her breasts and her Mom the other as I fucked her. Skipper just watched with plainface the proceedings before him. "Honey, I know you've done this bunches of times before, but just think about it: you're fucking a beautiful and sexy 13-year-old girl who's just started her period and has a tampon inside her; her blood is on your cock, and your wife is getting ready to lick her husband's lover's menstrual blood off of her husband's cock; just think about that, My Love." I did, and had to do everything I could to keep from having a Screaming-Jesus orgasm right then which would have killed even -my- erection for a good hour. God, Mary so far beyond perfect for me. I couldn't help myself. The combination of Gail, her Mom, Mary and more importantly Mary's words to me did me in a few minutes later, I coming one of the biggest orgasms I'd had in some time. As Mary licked Gail's period blood off my cock, Janice went into a sixty-nine with her daughter right besides us, my cock protesting it wanted to get back up and rejoin the action but my mental libido telling it to wait a short while. "Thank you, my perfect wife, thank you!" I whispered to her as we kissed, her tongue slipping me some of Gail's womanly red essence between my lips. "You're welcome, my husband, you're welcome!" That night Emily came to my, no, our bed, never to leave or be anywhere but near me ever again. And from that moment on no pre-pubescent young thing would ever spend the entire night in my marriage bed ever again with us, except as comfort from the frightening storms of the world outside. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The first moment of the first day of the rest of our personal and professional lives started off eventfully, as you might guess it would. I awoke to an erotic dream of having my cock sucked wonderfully, only to find a naked Peggy strode atop me her mouth and wonderful tongue giving me a 6AM wake-up call that I hadn't asked for, wanting to get up no earlier than 7-ish. But she was -so- sweet. "Time for my Master to rise and shine" I shooting her look of mild disapproval of the term "Master" but she shrugging her shoulders like she didn't care, mumbling something about that I had told her she could address me as "Master" in my bedroom "you gonna get your wives up, or do you want me to?" "You may have the honors, my Peggy; I got to go pee and take a shower anyway." That was the one sucky thing about the second and third floors; with all the therapists and others that were supposed to reside there, there was only one full bathroom on the second and third floors respectively and no half baths, and only a half bath off near the kitchen on the first floor. I made a mental note to get Peggy to get a plumber out and see about putting in at least one more half bath on floors numbers two and three, I really wanted my own full master bath off the bedroom but knew there wasn't room, shoot we barely had even a tad of closet space for our combined stuff. The Gould family of therapy models upstairs at minimum needed another half bath, even if there wasn't room on any lower floors for more. The hot water pulsating from the Shower Massage felt good to my slightly tense and aching shoulders. My mind wandered a bit before being refocused by the loves of my life, yelling at me simultaneously to hurry up and "not take all the hot water, either". Hadn't even had the public ceremony yet and already it was beginning to feel like we all were really married. Damn, that's another thing I'm sure was needed, might as well have the plumber go ahead and install new hot large water heaters on each floor, lots of hot water would be used from now on for sure. Details, fucking details. It's my job. It was 6:30AM by the time I took the elevator down to the tiny in-cut alcove off the main hall between the living room and dining room and kitchen. Peggy was dressed in a robe ("you don't fry bacon naked, Silly Master!" she protested when I commented on it) and busily fixing breakfast for all. Skipper and the girls made their way down shortly after that, the knowing where the cereals and such were, not bothering Peggy by asking. "You gonna need me today, Mr. Eric?" JB asked with innocent smile. "Uh-hu; you'll be with me and Mary most days most of the time from now on, Sweetie; you and Skipper a lot of times." "What about me, Eric?" Gail asked. "You'll probably be participating in therapy oh, three or four times per week, Darling; if you'd like to do more, I'll ask Emily if she could use you some with her adult male clients." "That'd be nice, thanks." "How'ya feeling this morning?" she naked except for panties holding a pad in place. "Oh, crampy a little, I usually am the first couple of days, I'll be fine; can you and I be together later? Sex usually helps them." "We'll see. If not, remember, Peggy gives great head, and all you have to do is ask" Gail surprising me by blushing just a little. The wives came down a few minutes before seven already dressed and ready to go, papers in leather portfolios and in hand. David and Janice followed shortly behind, right at seven, they evidently being the last to have access to the bathroom and the shower, being dressed as well. "I am going to have Peggy send a plumber out today to see about installing at least one more half bath per floor;" "Yeah!" came a universal response from almost everyone milling around the small breakfast nook table in the kitchen. Emily handed David, the father of the Gould brood, a simple box-like weekly calendar showing what days and times Mary and I would need JB and others and also who and when she anticipated needing for the week. The point of doing this was so that David and Janice could coordinate home-schooling of their daughters and of Skipper too. This was the only practical way of handling this difficult but necessary task. Hell, I had been given everything I asked for up till now and thought about asking Doc for a tutor for them, shoot a virtual one-room school house had been planned for the new place down in Raleigh to handle all the school-age therapy models that would be in residence there, but then thought better of it, considering how light the therapy model workload for the parents would be, at least for the immediate future. If Dave and Janice started to be used more in therapy, then I'd see about getting the kids an in-home tutor so their school work wouldn't be interrupted. I do get paid to manage the bodywork practice from a financial point of view as well as help heal my patients. We moved to the dining room for more room as Peggy set everything out and we wolfed it all down, knowing that our first patients would be arriving within the hour, me and the kids running back up stairs to quickly get dressed. Emee, Mary and I and JB and Peggy taking the Jeep over to the office, parking in the ample but claustrophobic parking lot behind it, we found an anxious and irritated Joyce the receptionist taping her foot with impatience, waiting for us to let her in. As good and detail oriented as Peggy was, she had forgotten to take Joyce's new employee card and new door keys by to her over the weekend, but considering the whirlwind we all had been through recently I had to give her that one. Only five minutes before eight AM, five minutes before our first patient, a male patient for Emily, was due to arrive and we still hadn't even gotten inside. As we opened the door and Peggy slapped her card on the card reader to the side of the inside wall to deactivate the alarm system, an older model Cadillac with an older gentleman pulled up to an on-street parking spot in front of the building. Emily's, our, first patient. Our new lives starting. Back in my office, I looked over the printout in the printer hopper from the monitoring systems for the past 24 hours, showing every alarm code, every door opening, every access of every file on every local and networked disk, basically every ant that moved within the walls and within the outside perimeter, the system picked up on and logged it and spit it out to me each morning. Nothing unusual. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Our first patient, a young girl I had been treating for three weeks on an intensive basis, was due to arrive at 8:30. Mary wasn't saying much, was nervous but I remember how nervous if not downright scared I had been for my first patient for my first day. And just like Connie had done to and for me and every manager or senior therapist does for every newbie's first case, fiancée' or not, I had chosen a patient who would test the limits of my love's temper, patience, commitment to the principles of polykinetic bodywork practice, and absorption of practices and principles during her training at the main complex in Roslyn. Chi-Chi was a precious and downright darling ten-year-old. A 10-year-old who had been brutally abused by her mother for years, sexually and other ways too, as is so often the case. Eyes that could melt the hardest of hearts, combined with a past that was more like a chamber of horrors than a childhood. As grim as her life had been, as much as I hate to admit it, a lot of our patients had been through worse. That's why we're here, to treat them, to help them get better. "Mr. Woods, your first patient is here" Joyce buzzed on the phone-intercom. "Ready, my love?" "Ready as I'll ever be, Boss" she teasing me with that boss-shit again like Peggy did the other day. "Have her come to the dayroom; we'll be there shortly to get her" I buzzed Joyce back. Her female court-appointed guardian and foster mom, a rather large but nice black lady even though Chi-Chi was Caucasian, gave me a polite hug as Mary and I entered the room to retrieve our charge. "I see you made the trip up from North Carolina okay" I bantered. "Yeah, and the Parkstone is a much nicer hotel than the Crabtree Hilton, let me tell you, and a lot close drive to the office, hallelujah!" she smiled and we all laughed. "Get you whatever you want from the breakroom, Joyce brought donuts though they're not Krispy Kreme, and we'll bring her out in about an hour and half." "See you then, Darling" Nadia giving her foster daughter a kiss on the cheek as she left. I knew this was going to rough on Mary, but just so many other things about bodyworking, it's been tried and found true enough to where everyone has to go through it. I had Mary POP (do the "Principle Of Possession" ritual as described in earlier chapters) her first, then I, then we eased in to the treatment room from the exam room. "Where's Emily?" Chi-Chi meekly asked. "Emily's here, she just had other patients to see today; Mary's going to be my new therapist partner from now on." "Hi Chi-Chi, how you doin' ?" Mary asked smiling at she touched her on the shoulder as we all stood naked near the bed but Chi' looked away from her, Mary looking back at me with concern, I shaking my head "no", silently telling her to get on with the prescription, with the Rx, it's the only way to help heal her. I put an X-rated lesbian DVD in and let in begin its whine as I motioned for Chi' to get on the bed with us. Leaning back against the wall, holding her close to me in my arms, my nose nuzzled her as my arms wrapped around her, murmuring "Chi', you know we gotta do this, and why." "I know, Mr. Eric, I just wish Emily was here, she was nice." "Tell you what. If you don't think Mary's every bit as nice by the end of the session, next time I'll have Emily here instead, how's that? Deal?" "Deal! she smiled back at me as my hands lazily rubbed the nubs of her tiny tits. Time for truth about Mary. "Let's begin, shall we, then?" Chi-Chi knew the script, having been through it several times with Emm and I, but it was Mary's first time. Having her stand before her near the edge of the bed, Mary open-palm slapped Chi' with a scripted "bad girl! I thought I told you not to go to that boy's house! Bad girl!" followed by another slap from her other hand. Then a flurry of slaps to her face and chest as Chi' tried to cover her face with her arms and hands but to no avail, Mary striking firm blows upon her as she let out a string of scripted obscenities that would make proverbial sailor blush. "Fucking little whore, I thought I told you to stay away from that boy!" seeee-laappp!!! "GD tramp, how dare you wear that skimpy top in public!" another hard slap. "Little cunt, I ought to whip your ass right now, I told you to clean those dishes yesterday, little fucking cunt whore!" Mary raining down more scripted slaps and profanities upon her first patient as Chi-Chi hit the floor with a genuineness of wanting to get away from the physical "punishment" she knew was a necessary part of therapy but still the slaps and words hurt and she wanted to get really get away, but Mary pulled her up on to the bed and across her lap and began flaying away with her bare hand on Chi's bare bottom, the hurtful words also still coming per Rx. I studied Mary's eyes. She wasn't repulsed by what she was doing, neither was she turned-on. Good. Professional detachment. Just what needed to be seen. Her spanking of her patient continued for another ten or fifteen minutes before Mary's hand and arms finally wore down some. "Eat my cunt, you little whore!" As Mary leaned back, she pulled Chi-Chi by her hair into between her legs and onto her cunt, Chi' starting her lapping of her cunt and clit. They both seemingly relaxed after a few minutes of this, but the prescription called for at least forty-five minutes of this roll play. I taped Mary on the shoulder to remind her. "Fucking little bitch, get up and let me eat your pussy, my littlest whore!" Mary started slapping at Chi-Chi's breast buds as she ate her. Good, Keeping the tension up. She slapped them hard enough to leave finger marks. Down below, her eating of her continued at a steady but driving pace. Then, unscripted, Mary took her right hand and began pinching Chi's open pussy, making her almost scream, keeping the tension level high still. Perfect. A few minutes of that, and then the clock showed nine-fifteen. Time to wind down and have some fun. Mary didn't apologize to her patient as she got off of her, something I expected her to do and was prepared to reprimand her for if she did. This was therapy, not real-life, and was for Chi-Chi's long-term benefit. Instead, she hugged her close to her as we lay on the bed together, with a "you were the perfect patient today, you know that? And you do give great head, Chi-Chi. Want to give your new therapist some more? She'd enjoy it!" Perfect. Beyond perfect. Like she had been doing this for years. One of the guiding principles of being a bodyworker is that unless the Rx specifically prohibits a certain kind of sexual contact between therapist and patient, not only is it permissible for the therapist to release their own sexual tension with their patient, but it's stated in "The Manual" that you're expected to do so. To do anything less would create huge amounts of stress in the therapist, and lead to early career burnout as in months not years. And doing so has been shown time and again to be beneficial to the patient as well, because it creates an atmosphere of trust and bonding between the two, something that is used in future therapy sessions to help heal. And of course it's understood that the patient can also ask their therapist for any kind of sexual contact, and again unless it's prohibited in their Rx, the therapist is obliged but not required to help them, though I've never known of a therapist refusing a patient's request, unless it's a question of time remaining or other practicalities. "Sure, uhhmmm" "Mary" "Sure Mary, I'd love to!" Mary leaned back on the pillows propped against the headboard where just moments before hurtful scenes from Chi-Chi's past had been played out in order to exorcised them and now it was time for some fun and bonding. Mary leaned back and half-closed her eyes as Chi-Chi moved to between her legs and gently at her clit. "Put a couple of fingers inside me, Hon' ", Chi' not needing any encouragement. I played with Mary's boobs with my right hand as our young patient continued her easy head and frig of my love, Mary just relaxing and enjoying it. "That's very nice, Chi-Chi!" "Thanks Mary! You taste good, too" we all giggling a little at that remark. "Would you like to do anything for you, Dear?" "Could you touch me some 'down there', please Mary?" "Sure". The two of them traded places as Chi-Chi lay back and Mary moved to be beside her, her hand parting her thighs and a single finger working its way inside her. In a nice slow in-out frig, Mary kissed her on the lips, and to my surprise Chi' kissed her back. I say surprise because she had never done that with Emily during Emm's and mine therapy sessions with her prior. They kissed as patient and therapist, then as friends. Only fifteen minutes to go. I wanted a little fun for myself. "Hey, kiddo, what about your old Eric here? Did you forget about him?" "Nnnooooo!!" came back a lightly sarcastic but light-hearted reply. "C'mere, Chi', old Eric wants to kiss you too." I kissed her full on the lips and she kissed me fully back. My hands roughly but not too roughly massaged her pre-teen chest buds. Her hand found my erect cock. She knew what I liked from previous therapy sessions. Getting on all fours and facing me, I cradled her head in my hands and she opened her mouth for my cock, the head and an inch or two of the shaft slipping inside but not much more, I didn't want to gag her. Mary moved around to play and lick her pussy some as my mouthfuck of our patient continued. Her eyes met mine and she smiled. I smiled back while not losing my rhythm. Eight minutes left. Pulling my cock out from her mouth., I cradled her face still with my left hand while my right hand began a furious jacking off of my cock. Mary stopped what she was doing to come closer and watch. I can pretty much come at will, or not all, one a day or a hundred a day, my natural libido combined with the hormonal effects of the MascuStat male birth control pills I had been made to take daily for the past four years pretty much guarantees an unlimited capacity for sex and orgasms. My jism hit her face within a minute or so, she rising to her knees while Mary moved in to lick it off her face. God, this is a great job most of the time. Not all of the time, but definitely most of the time. Three minutes to go. Time to quickly get dressed, as our lab coats and halffrocks and all allowed us to do. "If it's okay, Eric, I'd like Mary to be with us next time, not Emily." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Our next patient was Lita, a 27-year-old former stock broker whom at the age of 27 had already gone through two husbands and was getting ready to lose a third, all because (she said and extensive physical and psychological testing backed up) while seemingly libidinous out of bed, once she was actually in bed, she just went dead emotionally and physically, wasn't repulsed by sex but could also care less about having it then or not. I had picked this case out of my usual stack of choices I can make or not because it seemed like such a challenge to me, and I do like challenges, it feeds my ego when I meet them I admit. Lita was nice-looking but no great beauty, average height and weight, average 34C slightly sagging and off-center and slightly different sized breasts, and a pronounced somewhat flappy labia. As easily as Emily can usually get a reaction from almost any adult woman, Lita was equally a dead fish with her as she was with me. After three months of twice-weekly sessions I was going to give this week, well maybe the next too but no more, then admit defeat if I had to. Thinking along the lines that two new fresh faces might help some, of course she'd be seeing Mary with me instead of Emily and I also had Janice, our adult female therapy model, in the session as well. When Mary and I did the "POP" ritual of face and neck massage and light kisses followed by a chest and back massage before putting her up in the stirrups and doing a quick speculum exam and then a G-spot "expression, Mary's keen eye caught what she thought might be a herpes or other genital wart sitting right atop the crown of her cervix. I brought a lighted speculum over and took a closer look at it, but it was just a tiny vaginal barrel "bump" for lack of a better term, lots of women have then inside their vaginas and the OB/GYN's never mention them because they're just the equivalent of a tiny bump that we all get from time to time on our face or arms or hands or such. Still, it was a good call by Mary, since despite incredibly extensive screening procedures it -is- the modern day and age and STD's are so rampant (and yes, quite a few potential candidates are turned down for bodyworking therapy because of the presence of herpes or hepatitis or AIDS or genital warts or whatever in their systems) and since we do all work "bareback" most of the time, we can never take even the slightest chance of getting an infection, we'd be out of a career if we did. Though, just thinking aloud, I have often thought about why Doc hadn't set up a "mirror corps" of at least some bodyworkers who do have herpes simplex to treat the millions of potential patients who need our help who also suffer from herpes. I might have to mention that to Doc sometime soon. Anyway, I knew from experience that the bump on Lita's cervix was harmless, so we went into the treatment bedroom. "Eric, Honey?" Oh shit. When she says "honey" to me in that honey-tone of voice, something's up her sleeve. "Yes, Dear?" "I have an idea that might help Lita, but for it to possibly work, you're going to need to give us girls fifteen minutes by ourselves. Trust me?" Sure, but Lita was only her second patient ever and she was making a protocol treatment call on the fly like she had been doing it for years. But Lita's case was almost hopeless anyway, what harm could it do? "Yes, I trust you. What do you have in mind?" I continued as we all scooted on the bed. "Just trust me. Fifteen minutes, then come back, 'K?" I went back to my office to monitor the activity in the room. She couldn't have forgotten that every room is heavily laden with hidden video cameras and microphones that I can monitor from my secured office. I had made a point of showing her that. She turned on the stereo in the living room for some background noise, then had Janice the therapy model lay beside Lita on one side and she lay beside her patient on the other, head propped up on her elbow, and the three of them began chatting. Just chatting. I couldn't quite make out but the odd word or two, but within a minute Lita burst out laughing at something which made Mary and Janice also laugh along with her. Then Mary whispered something else to Lita, and they all laughed together again Then Janice made a comment, the only words I could pick up despite adjusting the audio controls all over the place was "and then he looked at me and" and the garbled words for a moment and then "please tell me that all men aren't" before they all burst out with even more laugh-track additions. Lita would say something and they'd laugh, then Mary or Janice, then laughs upon laughs going into guffaws. Whatever Mary was doing I couldn't figure out. Fifteen then twenty minutes passed. Lita only had the customary fifty minute-hour session. Making my way back to the room they stopped their whisperings and giggleshits when they saw me before looking at each other for a moment, smiling then grinning at each other, then bursting out with pure-ass hee-haws as they lay on the bed together. Mary could see I was a little pissed. Not much, but a little. "It's okay, Dear, we weren't talking about you!" "Really, Eric, we weren't" Lita added as her snicker finished. "Seriously, Eric, we were talking about Lita's ex-husbands, seriously!, weren't we, girls?" Janice added. I didn't believe them but that was my tiny bit of insecurity, not theirs. I smiled at the three of them as I hope on the bed with them. We only had 20 minutes or so left. "C'mon, time's passing and we have therapy to do. Lita, if you please." Lita started sucking my cock. It didn't want to rise on command like it usually does. I was still a little miffed, at what I'm not sure. "C'mere, Dear, let your wife-y take care of you" Mary whispered she joined Lita's suck of me, the old guy finally rising to the occasion. I entered Lita from the side, my chest to her back, as Mary played with her from the front and Janice added her touches where she could. Lita's pussy did feel a little less tense, a lot more lubricated, and some extra warm to it as we fucked, more than any other time previous with her. I also felt a couple of nice involuntary PC muscle contractions. Just a couple, but that was progress. I didn't feel like coming, so I didn't, just pulled out and had Janice lick me clean a little as the other two watched. "Gotta run back to the house" Janice said as she got dressed first, I knowing she had homeschooling to do with the kids. Our next patient was another hard case, chosen especially for Mary's first day. A sweet, perfect little four and one-half year old, Missy, and her mother, Renee'. Missy had been brutalized so terribly by her father who was now Renee's ex-husband and current jailbird on the charges of rape of a minor under ten, so destroyed physically inside, that two years ago she had to have her uterus and ovaries and all removed and four operations on what was left of her vagina to try to have it rebuilt so she could have at least some sex life when she grew up, though she'd have to have hormone shots later in life to have any libido at all. It's cases like this one that are at the fringe of what PBI/bodyworking can and is supposed to do. Still, the consensus was that bodyworking therapy needed to begin happening now, as her brain was shifting from the fog of infancy to the oincreased cognizance of a toddler. Cases like hers truly broke my heart, and I every time I've done therapy with someone like Missy it just rips my guts out so who knows how it would affect Mary, which was the entire point. Renee' brought her daughter in to the exam room part of the three-area treatment room suite and helped take her daughter's clothes off. By "Manual Of Therapeutic Bodywork" consensus, a lot of which I had helped re-write and modify in my short four years, there's little point in doing a "POP" ritual on anyone under age seven, unless they show unusual awareness and intelligence. Then Renee' got undressed and we POP'd her even though she may or may not become part of the therapy process, as we decide moment-by-moment during therapy. As we four walked back, May whispered to me "Eric, do I have to do this?" even though she knew she did, having read her case file on Sunday. "Yes, my love, you know you have to do this" I replied as Missy and her Mom got on the bed, waiting for us as I motioned for Mary to come back to front parlor area of the treatment room for a moment. "But Eric." "There is no 'but Eric" to do it, my love. This is what a bodyworker does. He or she heals. That little patient in there needs your help. She needs to have help heal her. A little bit today, a little bit next time, until it adds up and if she isn't healed completely eventually then she'll at least be healed more than she would have without any treatment at all." "Eric, I can't." "Then pack your shit and get the hell out of my life, beee-iittchhh!" Of course I didn't mean it, but sometimes a little shock therapy is needed to refocus someone. "Whaaa?; what did you just say to me, Eric?" "Nothin', Dear, except we have a patient in there who needs us. Let's go." "I . . . I don't know what to do!" "Yes you do. You read her file. Whatever you think would sexually please you with her, you do to her, have her do to do you. That's what I'm going to do. It's what -must- be done, Mary. Must be done." Both Missy an Renee' were sitting nude on the edge of the bed, waiting for us when we came back in. Mary sat down beside our tiny patient with a "Hi Missy, I'm Mary." "Hi Mary!" she cooed back. "We're going to play some now, okay?" "Sure Mary, whatcha wanna play?" she said with wide eyes that hid so much pain past in her short life. "Let's play kisses and touches. I'm going to kiss and touch you in places, then you can kiss and touch me in places you want" Missy just doing a little girl giggle at that. Stroking her thin sandy blond hair, Mary kissed her on top of the forehead as she held her close to her, then her cheeks, then on her mouth, pulling her close to her, putting her small hand on her heaving breast as she did. Then she moved down and spreading her chubby little legs dove on her pudenda, scars of reconstruction still being evident from earlier surgeries, as I moved to sit close to Renee', she just smiling at me as I did. This was our tenth or so therapy session together and she was comfortable with me by now. Mary sucked her patient's tiny pussy until she began to giggle as Mary licked the inside of her slightly pudgy little thighs. Mary smiled and cooed back at her as her kissing of her thighs continued. Then she pulled her up with a "your turn, Dear." Missy had played with Emily and her Mom some too in earlier sessions and knew what she liked. She grabbed and pulled on Mary's own pert nipples, much to the surprise of Mary, but I knew Mary enjoyed mild pain and wasn't bothered by it, Missy giggling as she did. Mary lay back and encouraged Missy to get between her legs. Renee' looked at me and I nodded "yes". As Missy tried to suck Mary's clit, her Mom got behind her and began to dilate her daughter's vagina with her finger, finally working it in about halfway after a few minutes. Mary saw what she was doing and flipped around, flipping Missy on her back and took Renee's place. As Mary frigged her little patient I could see a look of rising passion in her eyes. Good. A therapist is never supposed -not- to be "selfishly unselfish" unless the Rx prohibits it. Mary was clearly enjoying frigging Missy. Turning to one side to look at me, Mary huskered "God, Eric, you were right, this is sssoooo hot, and I'm helping Missy too, right?" "Yes Mary, you are." Renee' and I both were enjoying watching. My hard begged for contact. "On all fours, Renee', so we can both watch." Fucking Renee' for a few moments from behind, I could see Mary having a small orgasm from the touching of our patient alone, Missy also clearly enjoying. My turn. Leaving Renee' and waddling up the bed a bit, a I had Mary lay beside Missy as Renee' helped guide my cock to the minuscule entrance and after a bit of lube and a lot of patience managed to get most the head of my cock inside her. I knew that any more wouldn't fit and if pushed would probably rip healed stitches holding thin four-year-old skin and do God knows what. Missy always enjoyed having the head of cock in her like that, she never showed any outward signs of discomfort, ever, but I knew her undeveloped anatomy prevented me from going deeper or doing more. Mary was still hot from her frigging of our patient. "Eric, fuck me now, dammit!" she barked. I flipped her on all fours and just banged away. She was so wet from her therapy of Missy that I could hardly feel her vaginal walls. Renee' scooted beside me and rested an arm on my shoulder as Missy got closer too for a better look of me fucking my Mary. "Harder, dammit, I want to come!" I grabbed her waist and pulled her tight to me, ramming it in as hard and fast as I possibly could. Then the old knee pinged a little. "Sit up and take my come, Mary!" I barked back as she did and I mouth-fucked for a moment before coming, she swallowing most but not all my come, both Renee' and Missy licking the dribbles off her cheeks and chin, the three of them giggling a little and then exchanging kisses for a moment. Eleven fifty-five. Time for lunch. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ In the breakroom, Emily looked a little out of it. I put my arm around her shoulder and asked what was wrong but she blew me off, mumbling a little something about it was just going to take a bit of getting used to doing guys all day long again, she staring away from me as she talked. Peggy had taken everyone's lunch preference orders for the week the day before and had the sandwiches and such delivered from the "Northern Lights Deli" down on Regulator Street. At least we did have our food and restaurant charge accounts back among many other things, thanks to Doc. As we ate our sandwiches around the small formica-topped kitchen table and wire-back kitchenette chairs, Peggy eating her lobster rolls, it was Maine after all and a lobster roll in Maine is like the equivalent of pork barbecue in North Carolina, Dr. Mike came in to our quiet lunch. "Mary, Emily, come with me, it's time." "What the hell are you talking about, Dr. Mike?!?" I shot back. "It's time for my; my, uhhhh, my 'perks'." "The hell it is, Mike. You obviously don't know 'the rules', do you? "No, Eric, it's you who don't know the rules." "All he wants is a quick blow-job, Mas', I mean Eric; let me go take care of him." "No, you won't Peggy, you're going to stay right here, that's an order." "I could have you fired right now, Eric! Don't interfere! Mary, Emily, let's go to Eric's treatment room." Now he was trying to be a total shit. "Peggy, go get my cellphone, please, it's in my office. We'll call Dr. Chaim and settle this right now." "Yes, let's do that!" Dr. Mike angrily hissed at me. He and I walked into my office and I hit the speedial for Doc. No answer. I could tell Dr. Mike was calming down some. Maybe he would be more rational now. "Dr. Mike, have a seat in my chair for a moment, and let me talk. You just listen for a moment, then you can say anything you want in response. Yes, it is a nice benefit to running a therapy practice with a bodywork component to it that you can have sex with therapists and therapy models, basically as you wish; we all know that's part of 'the deal'." "But I used to have sex with Marnie and Peggy whenever I wish." "Be quiet and listen, please. And yes, you can have sex with any bodyworking employee, even me if you wished to" he shaking his head "no" and trying to keep from smiling at that quip "but you gotta go by the rules. The first objective is helping your, our, patients, correct?" "Yes." "That means we have to focus our attention on them first. That why we review their case files so carefully before we ever do any contact therapy with them, and that's why we schedule like we do, so that we balance the easy cases out with the harder cases; easy case, hard case, on and on, more or less like that." "I understand all that. But it is my right . . . " "It is your duty also not to interfere with my balancing of the schedule. You tell me more or less when you want to see someone or someones, and within reason I'll work you into the schedule, just like I would a patient. And by the way, lunch time is always offlimits." "But I used to fuck Peggy and Marnie at lunch!" "That was then, when you didn't have a world-class practice like you do now because of what I've brought, and this is now, and there will no 'nooners', understand?" He took a deep breath, made a slight "harr-rrummpp" sound and sigh, then crossed his arms in disgust. "Okay. An hour after work with Mary and Emily together on Monday, and Emily alone sometime on Wednesday morning and Friday mornings." "You do know that every hour they don't spend with a patient is taking money out of your pocket and maybe hurting a patient, don't you?" He couldn't argue with logic, and he liked his money. "Okay, then an hour after work on Wednesday with Mary and Emily and Peggy all three." "Done" "But I'm horny now!" "I'll be happy to give you a blowjob, Dr. Mike, I'd be happy to" he shaking his head "no", grinning, knowing I would. "What about Peggy? She does give the best ones." "Yes, she does. Sure. Let's go back out." Stupid motherfucker didn't realize that since he was who he was, having final authority over all of us save Doc having final call over him in his treatment of us, he could have told me that he wanted to see Mary and Emily any time after work, at night, on weekends, etcetera and by rule I'd have to accommodate him, but evidently he really didn't understand "the rules" and I wasn't about to tell him any different and give up my advantage. He had tried to cuckold my authority and ladies and had failed. He had claimed his "right", but in the end I fucked him, he didn't fuck me. As we walked back to the breakroom "the girls" were crumpling up their sandwich wrappers and tidying up, finishing their last sips of Cokes and such. I gently tapped Dr. Mike on the shoulder with a "Peggy, if you have a few moments, please 'service' Dr. Mike, thank you, Dear." The next appointment for Mary and I was another hard case, her last for the day before a three-hour easy session. Doc had set up the schedule for five eight-hour days whereas I normally have two longer days and spread the extra time out over the other three days, as I need and want to. He did it that way because he was trying to help out, trying to help as all the chaos happened within the chain of events that lead me and Mary and Emm coming up here. Shit, I almost forgot about Doc's work-in patient afterhours that I promised him I'd do! Another truly hard case. Master Skipper bopped into the breakroom his arm hooked with Janice's, his ersatz stepmom for lack of a better explanation, with a "Hi Eric!" on his lips. He seemed eager to get to "work" such as it is for him. He knows he's helping heal other boys by being a therapy model. "Eric, your one o'clock is here" Joyce buzzed me on the phone in the breakroom. "Send them on back" I replied as Janice left to go back to the house and more tutoring of her charges. Quinn was typical 13-year-old boy, except for, as you might guess by now, he had been accidentally raised as a girl by his parents because they were originally from a small village in Mexico without access to most modern medical facilities or hardly even qualified doctors. What?, you might say? Quinn was -not- a hermaphrodite, not in any sense of the word. He had been born with male genitalia that had been somehow "tucked up inside him deeply" and didn't come out until he hit puberty about a year ago, when almost like magic they somehow just were "there' one day, where before had only been a smooth pudenda with a tiny slit that hid them up inside him and fooled his parents and the couple of doctors he saw in Mexico before his parents and he came to the States also about that time. There's a very long and technical name for this condition, again it's not hermaphroditism, since Quinn is 100% all boy, maybe I'll try to look it up for you in his file later if I have the time and think of it. I'm not sure why or how the main franchise practice in San Diego found him and his parents or they the practice, let alone how and why Doc got involved, maybe it's the rarity of his condition, but in any case Quinn needs to be "gender re-assigned" in his head, his body already having done that but his emotions and feelings and identity as a boy and eventually a man, uh-uh, and that's were we come in. Sangrina, Quinn's mother, gave me a peck on the cheek as she opened the door as the security lock clicked and met Mary and I in the hall. "Who's this pretty thing? Where's Emily?" "Oh Emily decided it was time for a change is now treating primarily adult male patients." "Sorry to hear that." "No, it's what she wanted. She came up with me from Raleigh; her office is in the building, on the other side." "Can I see her before I leave?" Sangrina pestered, thinking of the times she had spent with Emily during treatment and how much she enjoyed them. "I don't think so, she's booked solid; I think you'll enjoy Mary here just as much." "I certainly hope so!" she mildly fussed as she bent head a little to give Mary a quick brush-kiss on the lips "and who's this young man?" "This is Skipper, and he's going to be helping with Quinn's therapy today." "Nice to meet you" Skip replied with hand outstretched "nice to meet you too!" Sangrina answered as she shook his hand. In the treatment room, I whispered to Mary to give Sangrina not the usual one but three bonding G-spot orgasms as part of the POP ritual. When she did, Sag' squirted a bolt of cyprinne come right into her face each time. Call it a bit of freshman initiation. I had Mary examine Quinn's genitalia very closely as he lay flat on the exam table, his feet in the stirrups and his organs exposed. Per orders from Doc, I took a short series of digital photographs of Quinn's scrotum to send to Doc later. Doc wanted documentation like this on Quinn each time we had therapy. It wasn't for me to decide otherwise. Mary played with Quinn's dick and balls as he stayed reclined on the exam table, then I, then his Mom played with her son too as prescribed by the POP protocol. Not enough to make him come, but enough to create a bond with him. On the bed, I had Mary and Sangrina do a reasonably heavy lesbian love scene at the foot of the bed while Quinn and I fooled around some at the headboard. As a gender-identified female mentally at 13, his Mom and Mary doing lesbian stuff didn't do a thing for him, while my sucking of his cock and him sucking of mine did. The challenges of bodyworking sometimes, let me tell you. I broke from him for a moment and had Skipper come over. Skip sucked my cock and I his smallish eight-year-old member, it's smaller diameter and pre-pubescent cleanliness tasting sweet in my mouth, then I had Quinn suck Skipper too as I sucked him as well/. Him almost coming in my mouth, I told it was time. "Awwww, Eric, you know I don' wanna'!" "And Sport, you know you gotta!" "Mary, up here, please, and on all fours." Shrugging his shoulders several times in mild protest, he entered Mary from behind, his cock almost 6" inches in length and fairly thick for his age. I knew just from common sense let alone al the tests that had been done on him that that it felt good to him, fucking a female pussy (as opposed to a male one?). But after his first twelve years of being raised as a girl, his mind simply fought what his body told his mind was correct. Now came the hard part. Well, unpleasant, more than hard for me. It was definitely spelled out in no uncertain terms in the Rx. I had had anal sex lots with young boys, both giving and receiving, so the anal sex isn't the hard part for me. The hard part for me and him is knowing that it's going to hurt him when I do. Not hurt his body, but hurt his mind. Hurt his mind in order to force a healing. Sometimes you just got to do it. Decades of bodywork practice had proven this correct. I rolled a condom on my cock, again not for universal safe sex practices but simply to make "clean up" afterwards easier, worked some lube in Quinn's ass as he continued his fuck of Mary, and then eased my cock inside him. He howled a cry of protest. Then another. "What feels better, hu, boy? My cock in your ass, or your cock inside Mary?" "You-a; Your-a; your cock in my ass hurts, you know it always does." "So which feels better?" "My cock inside Mary, okay!?!" Sangrina had pulled Skipper off to one side of the bed and was absentmindedly playing with cock as they sat close to each other and watched. "Can I play with Skipper while we watch?" "Sure" I spoke back as my prescribed anal rape of my young patient continued. "Skipper here can take my cock for an hour if I wished him to, boy!" "Bully Ho-fucking-ray for him! Now Eric, will you please stop fucking me in the ass?" he continued a protest he knew was useless. "You know what the doctor said: only when you come inside Mary will I stop." "Okay, okay." He picked up his pace as best he could with me behind him and inside as well, a sweat breaking on his back and body, and I could tell when he finally did come inside Mary, she quickly rolling out from under him and going right to his cock to play and suck on it some as his Mom also joined in as I backed off from him for a while, his heaving breathing from all just happened being the only sounds he made. Sangrina came over to get Skipper, she sucking on his member just for the fun of it, then having him enter her as she leaned back enough for him to get atop her. "Am I your first?" she asked. "No ma'am" he respectfully replied and politely left it at that. Mary having finished her suck of him, I wasn't through with him. Geessss, this gets rough even for me at times. I forced my cock in his mouth, he enjoying that but knowing what was coming next, then quickly slipped another condom on and wrestled him flat to the bed, he truly struggling to get away from my pinning him down, as Mary lubed my latex-covered cock up and I this time I tried to make it as close to a true prison-bitch-type rape as I could without doing more harm than good. I worked the head of my dick just a couple of inches, pumped a few strokes, and then moved off him just a few inches, just enough to where he could escape my grasp. Making it over to Mary, he kissed her, played with her boobs and pussy, kissed her again with "please Mary, that man's crazy, keep him off me, please!" "You know he's not crazy. He's not even gay, doesn't even like sex outside of therapy with young boys or men, let alone tries to force himself on them. He's your therapist. He loves you, I love you. We are your therapists. We're here to help you, make you well, like the doctors say you need to be." "I don't need any more help today." "Okay. Just relax. We're going to have some fun. Join in if you wish." All the above had taken place in less than twenty minutes. I hate to be a clock-watcher, but there are so many patients to help. Mary started playing around with Skipper, sucking his cock, he playing with her boobs and cunt, as Sangria and I started fooling around, she mainly just wanting to get on top of me and ride me. From the far corner of the bed, Quinn watched. He saw how much his mother was enjoying fucking me, and how much fun Mary and Skipper were having. I moved Mary and Sangrina to a sixty-nine, mainly because I knew how much Sangrina wanted to, that and Skip and I could work them as they did each other. Mary on top, I entered her from behind, Skip working his 8-year-old tinycock in Sangrina as best he could. Then Quinn came up and asked if he could take my place. I told him "of course you can!" He slowfucked Mary for the next few minutes, until it was ten until two. Time's up. Out in the breakroom sipping on bottled waters, Mary got a far-off look to her eyes. "You okay, Hon?" "Yeah." "Hhhhhmmmm???" "I know you warned me about today, I just didn't expect . . . " "No one ever does, no ever can, Hon' " "I honestly thought you were trying to rape Quinn when you had him pinned flat." "I was, Dear" she shooting me a dirty but quizzical look in turn "if he hadn't tried his best to escape and get to you, I would have been rough with him; we all know this is role-play and he knows I would never really hurt him, but I have to sell it for the therapy to work; keep in mind that my cock was fully deep in his ass while he was fucking you the first time around, it's not he can't take me." She took a long draught of her AquaFina and scratched her nose. "At least the rest of the afternoon will be easy." "Don't forget Doc's emergency work-in." "Shit!" my double-degreed from Yale darling eloquently thus spake "that's right, I completely forgot!" "That one won't be as hard as you think. First times even with hard cases are usually just a feeling out, get-to-know-one-another time" The "troop" of moms and daughters arrived exactly on time, I introducing them to Mary, they of course asking about Emily and if Emily couldn't join us anyway I making my now-pat excuses why not, we all going down to the group room for our therapy. Three moms and four daughters, Mary and I as therapists and David and Skipper and JB as therapy models, Janice and Gail being back at the ranch. How David and Janice educated those kids, even with a formalized homeschooling lesson plan like a lot of American families of diplomats use when overseas, is beyond me, but you can't argue with the fact that almost all home-schooled therapy model kids scored consistently higher on state-mandated standardized tests than their public school counterparts. Shonica was the first mom, with Theodora her 9-YO daughter. Charlene was the second mom, adult sister to Shonica, and was the mom to 8-YO Darlene and 14-YO Raylene (yes, these are their real names, I am not making this shit up!). Tara was first cousin to both of them, was the daughter of Shonica's and Theodora's mother's sister, and was mother to 10-YO Shara. They were all from New Orleans originally and were of what used to be called "octoroon" ancestry, which was actually 1/8th African-America and 7/8ths Caucasian. Very beautiful perfect skin and bodies on all of them, save Shonica whose tits were large and flabby and kind of droppy, her sister and cousin looking like the biracial Venus' they were as well as their daughters. They had followed us from Raleigh and just like in Raleigh didn't stay where the practice wanted to locate them, but instead insisted on choosing their own lodgings, this time at the Rockport Marriot across the bay, and they even normally arrived in their own limo. The financial part of their history which normally I would be privy to wasn't available to me either, one of the few times I've ever been denied requested access to anything. Also most unlike all but a handful of other times, we didn't do any Principle Of Possesion rituals on any of them. Instead we just went down to the group room where Peggy by Rx had set up three video cameras in three respective corners and put out a bunch of X-rated tapes of all kinds, some anatomically correct "therapy dolls" like are used when investigating a typical child sexual abuse case, some rubberized male and female half models and other detailed latex models of human genetalia, a whole bunch of sex toys of all types, and both large plastic containers full of regular dolls and other toys that are appropriate for the 7-12 age range. I went around turning the video cameras on as David and Janice and JB and Skipper all took places atop thick cushions along the back wall as Mary milled around chatting with the mothers some as their daughters began their play. By Rx, the first hour was supposed to at least fairly non-sexual. Just letting the girls play "normally" which they did. They all whooped it up at the tape "Swapping Pregnant Wives" which Raylene had dug out from the pile of tapes next to the wide-screen TV. Mary and I pulled our nice but standard square conference room-style chairs over to the mothers and made small talk, Shonica commenting several times about how beautiful Maine was, how she wished she had come up to vacation here before now. Close to hour number two, the girls started getting more rambunctious, and their clothes soon started coming off. As they took theirs off,. their moms started shedding theirs and Mary and I and the Goulds theirs as well. Charlene the mom to 8-YO Darlene and 14-YO Raylene and was on her period, and while wearing a tampon still kept her panties with a thin maxipad on as her clothes came off, her daughters helping her undress before getting back to their play. The girls started playing with the anatomical dolls and rubber models soon after that, and within minutes as "Lesbian Sex Sisters" played on the TV now the girls started grabbing the sex toys and teasing each other with them, 9-YO Theodora making a gleefully funny show of trying to shove a 10" thin dildo up her second cousin 10-YO's Shara's pussy. Two of the moms, sisters Shonica and Charlene, turned sideways from their chairs to kiss each other, and the show as they say was on. To try to recount every single act of fun and therapy would tax my memory as well as your patience and attention span, so pardon if I give you a few highlights I more or less remember. Knowing that the Goulds were their new therapy models and having been in similar situations like this before and knowing that they could do as they pleased with any therapy model, Theodora pulled Janice, the mom to the Gould family of therapy models, off to one side and mercilessly ravished her pussy with the dildo that she had tried to pester her cousin Shara with earlier. Janice didn't mind, in fact I know she enjoyed it. Mary was instantly attracted to Charlene as I was, had been, had been with Charlene before, she was an octoroon beauty indeed, so we three got together in one corner of the room and played some. Mary commented that Charlene's tamponed pussy didn't taste as metallic as others she had been with before, a comment that seemed to please Charlene as Mary lapped at her cunt for a good while. With all of us on our knees, Mary kissed and smooched Charlene from the front as she also frigged her still-protected pussy and I entered Charlene's ass from the rear as I knelt behind her, tilting her just forward enough the kneel down a bit and get my cock insider her, which didn't last bur five or ten minutes before that knee of mine starting hurting. All the daughters decided to check out the "new girl", Mary, so they asked (they can order therapy models, but have to ask we therapists for favors) if they could do a "merry-go-round" with her. Mary didn't know what that was but said "yes" anyway. Mary laying on a bunch of pillows of one of the fuckmats, Raylene started sucking Mary's right breast and Theodora held Mary's head in her lap and kissed her passionately and Shara sucked on Mary's left breast and the youngest one of all, 8-YO Darlene "dined at Mary's 'Y' ", giving her head with all the passion of a grown woman. Then after two or three minutes, just long enough for Mary to get relaxed good, the switched places, each moving clockwise one place to the left, then after another two or three minutes another switch, and so on for a good half hour. In the meantime, the sister-moms and their cousin-mom tried out David and young Skipper in their own swap-go-round, then tried out David's wife and young JB's mother Janice as well as young JB too, making comments about this and that about each of them to each other but not to the Goulds directly, damn near rude if you ask me but this was the modality of the Rx. And then it was five o'clock and time finally to go home. Shit, nope, Doc's emergecny, shit shit shit! The Gyrl Troop dressed and left as I made sure they saw me remove the tapes from video cameras. In my office, I threw them in the trash, went to my computer, then did system commands for all the footage secretly recorded in the group room by the banks of cameras and mikes that are hidden in each room be sent directly to Doc's attention in the following morning's data traffic, per Doc's specific instructions. Made no sense, but I don't question Doc, not usually, he is my ultimate boss. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Mary came in with look of weariness with a "Hon', our last patient is here. Joyce just left for the day, I told her we'd lock up, and you wanted Skipper to stay too, correct?" "You can go home now, Dear, you look dead, I remember how my first day was, I know your head is swimming, go on home and eat and rest, Peggy and I will take care of young mister Jerome." "You're sweet, but I need to do this, I'll be fine." "And you'll leave if you start feeling weird?" "Promise." Jerome was busy playing Nintendo in the older kid's section of the playroom on "my" side of the building. He didn't even notice me as I stuck my head in to check on him. Peggy passed by the door old grocery bags in hand and I darted out to catch her. "You got the clothes for you and Mary?" "Uh-hu, Master." "Don't call, eeehhhrrr; never mind; Mary's in the bathroom, go in there and your and her change; I'll come get you out of Joyce's office when I'm ready for you; are the hot tubs ready?" "Yes, Master." In my office, from the old grocery bag Peggy had put together for me I put on a regular pair of pants, socks, my nice black dress shoes, a nice white shirt and clip-on tie, stuff I don't normally within the office environment. Because of constantly getting in and out of clothes all day, I normally wear the standard "quick rip" pants like quick-change artists wear along with the standard PBI turtleneck dickie that covers me from neck to chest and shoulders where my white lab coat normally covers past that plus my black Sperry "Topsider" boating shoes. But for this patient, the POP modality was going to have be change a little, and part of that was me role-playing the part of a physician giving an exam at first before working him into treatment. Finding Jerome, a handsome young twelve-year-old who looked more like a young Tom Cruise than Tom Cruise did at the same age, still playing Nintendo in the big kids' game room, I tapped on the open door to get his attention and as he got up shook his hand with a "hello, Jerome, I'm Eric." "Eric? Dr. Eric?" "My last name is Woods, Eric Woods. But please, call me Eric." "Okay, Doc-tor, I mean, Eric." "Ready for your exam?" "I guess so." "The examining room is right across the hall. Shall we?" Per standard procedure, I let him undress and change into an examining gown behind the painted Chinese-style folding panels that separated "the parlor" from the exam area, a sliding curtain like you see around hospital beds being the only thing marking the boundary between the exam area and the treatment area where the treatment bed and such was. "Ready, Doctor, I mean, Eric." I did my best and practiced imitation of a physician, or at least a physician's assistant. Height, weight, blood pressure, oral temperature, tongue exam, ear exam, eye exam, neck gland check, a chest thumping and back thumping, the usual. Then time for the other. "Jerome, please come down off the table and lean forward over the exam table. I'm going to have to give a rectal exam. It's easier if you remove your gown, please." He leaned over the exam table as best he could, becoming more nervous as he heard my latex glove snap on my hand. I put my hand on his should and whispered to him to relax. I knew he had been checked fully by a real physician just last week just like this except for real so this "exam" shouldn't be a big deal to him, but no guy even gay guys usually like anal probes by doctors. He tensed up as my KY'd fingers slipped inside him. I worked my fingers more like a cock than an exam, my other hand gently bracing his shoulder. A couple of moments of this and then "please turn around so I can check you for hernias." Sitting on the short rolling stool, I worked my finger up inside his respective testicular descendae or whatever they're actually called, getting him to cough for me when I did. He was almost erect from the anal probe and this. Holding his three-quarters erect penis in my hand, I playfully worked the shaft a little, commenting "you have a fine penis here, Jerome; do you ever masturbate?" "Oh, no." "C'mon, all boys do. Even I do, and I'm a grown man. You can tell me" I continued as I continued gently masturbating him. "Well, yeah, sometimes. Well, sometimes a lot." "That's fine. With a fine penis like this, you should be proud." "Oh, uhhhh, yeah, I am, I guess." "Why don't you hop back up on the table and put your feet in the stirrups? patting at the padded steel heelkeepers "I'm going to masturbate you so I can get a sperm sample and check your sperm count and make sure there's no blood in it, make sure you don't have any prostate problems. Is that okay with you?" He had no clue what I meant but that was okay, that was by design. "Uh, yeah. I guess. Will it hurt?" "Does it hurt when you masturbate yourself?" "Uhhh, no." "Well, I promise it won't hurt when I do it, either" I smiled up at him as my slow stroking continued. In the stirrups, laying flat on his back being able to look up only the ceiling, his small but nice 5" inch or so member went as flat as pancake, just as I knew it would. I remember the first I was put in stirrups, back in PBI bodyworking school, how humiliating and degrading that felt to me, let alone a feeling of helplessness. No wonder most women hate their annual exams with royal passions. I played with his cock for about three or four minutes but it wouldn't budge. Proverbial flat balloon. Just what I had hoped for. I lightly slapped at his cock a tiny bit a "Jerome, this isn't working. What can I do to help you get an erection? I must get this sperm sample." "I don't know Dr. Eric." "Eric." "I don't know. It was kinda hard-on when you examined it earlier." "Yes it was Should I examine it like that again? Wait, I know. My two assistants, Peggy and Mary, are still here. Let me go get them, see if they can help." I was very careful to be as truthful as I could with him. I never called myself a doctor, and I never called my lovelies nurses. Peggy, God bless her, had found a couple of old white nurses uniforms up in the attic storage at the house, having used them in one scene years ago with another therapist in a similar role playing scenario. "You girls ready?" I asked as they broke their quiet kiss, Mary up on the lavatory countertop, Peggy leaning into her with her hand up Mary's nurse's dress. "Yeah, uh-hu." "Jerome, this is Mary, and Peggy, my assistants" I spoke level-toned as he sat naked and a little cold on the exam table, he nodding to them "scoot forward so that Mary can try give you an erection and we can get our sperm sample from you, please." Mary worked his cock like a pro, which she was by now indeed. "Just relax, Jerome, I've done this lots of times." "But, I, I haven't." "Just relax. You need to give me an erection. I need a hard-on from you so that I can masturbate you and get the sperm sample we need" "I' trying, I really am!" he exclaimed with great tension in his voice. "Would it help if I took of my dress and showed you my breasts? Maybe let you play with them some? Would that help? Could I get my erection from you then?" Every 12-YO boy's fantasy come true, even a 12-YO boy that had gone through three years of hell as the hand of an evil step-parent. "I - I --- I've never seen a girl naked before, Mary." "Well, I'm not a girl, I'm a woman, and if you' d like to see me naked, if it'll help get you firm, just say so." "Please???" is all could eke out. "Why don't you help me, then?" Peggy made her way close to me as Mary slipped her shoes and ill-fitting white support hose off, showing young Jerome where to unzip her dress, it falling to the floor as she stood before him in her own white bra and panties. He couldn't figure out how to unhook her bra. "Let me help you, Mary" Peggy said and walked to her, showing Jerome how to flex the fabric enough to pull the hooks back and free, her breasts falling free from it as the bra was whisked away. Jerome back on the table, Mary took his hands and let him feel her all he wanted. He began panting a little, and his erection came back full flower. "It's hard now, let's get you back on the table, shall we?" Still naked and helpless, Jerome leaned back flat as Mary put his feet in the stirrups and Peggy put some pillows under his head so he could watch. I whispered to Mary that he could come any second now. Taking an Erlenmeyer flask and keeping it near the head of his cock as she masturbated him, she heaved her nude bosoms at him, giving him a nice show as Peggy and I watch from a few feet away. Her mouth found the head of his cock and that did it, he started coming almost immediately and squirted a good 10 to 20cc or more into the flask, but his hard went only half-limp. As Mary atop the rolling exam stool rolled away from him, Peggy and I walked over to him as he lay breathing harder on the exam table. "Master Jerome does have a nice cock, doesn't he?" I asked Peggy as part of the script as I masturbated his member. "Yes he does" she replied on cue as her hand also found his member too, her fingers overlapping mine as we played with him. "Still want to do that hot tub?" "Uh-hu" both Mary and Peggy replied on their marks. "Should we invite Jerome here? I think he can stay as long as needed, that what his guardian said. Would you like to join us for a hot tub soak, Jerome? We'll all be naked, if that not a problem?" "Aaahhh, uuhhh, no Eric, I don't care." "Well Peggy, why don't you get undressed and I will to; is Skipper already in the hot tub?" "Yes he is." "Mary, why don't you take our new young friend on down the hall to the hot tub? Peggy and I will be out shortly." Jerome cocked one eyebrow up at that remark. He probably suspected a bit of a set-up at that point, being abused so much in the recent past had made him suspicious of everyone and trusting of no one, but he had felt up his first girl and gotten his first short blowjob, so I didn't think he'd put up a fight even if he suspected something was up. He didn't. We waited a few minutes before joining them. Jerome was in the tub with Mary and Skipper, his hands firmly on Mary's boobs. The location of the two hot tubs, a standard 4-person cloverleaf one and a regular barrel 8-person capacity one, sucked big time. Out back of the office, past the new panic-hardware'd fire doors which Peggy had disconnected the alarm system to for me sometime during the day, the tubs were inside a wooden fence enclosure made out of twelve-foot-high and one-foot-wide slightly overlapping thin boards enough to prevent someone from seeing directly inside the enclosure, but more than that anyone walking up the alley to the back parking lot and their cars could hear any and everything anyone's saying inside the enclosure as plain as if they were standing there, which made the tubs as a standard treatment means totally useless. But it was after hours and I knew no one could hear us, verifying by checking the security cameras before Peg and I came out, telling Peggy I wanted her to contact a greenhouse contractor about giving us a price to build a climate-controlled greenhouse inside the existing fence just for privacy's sake. She said she'd take care of it tomorrow. Peg and I slipped in the warm hot tub waters. Damn, it felt good. We didn't have one at the house, but didn't have room for one either, dammit to heck. Peg slipped close to me and began playing with my cock. Skipper moved beside her and I could see by her arm movements she was playing with him with her other hand. Mary was holding Jerome close in her arms, he gently sucking on one of her boobs. Nice. "You're no doctor, are you, Eric?" Jerome asked as he broke from Mary and eased over to me. "No, I'm not." "Then what was all the stuff back there?" "I am a therapist, Jerome. A special kind of therapist. A sex therapist." "Hu?" "Peggy and Mary are sex therapists too, and young Skipper here helps us sometimes." "But what's a sex therapist?" "Actually, we're called professional bodyworking surrogates, or just sex surrogates, or just bodyworkers." "Hiioiuu? I don't get it? As Peggy nuzzled close to me and Mary made the three feet over to be closer to us all, I answered him "you're a victim of sexual abuse, Jerome, by your step dad and mom. We're here to help you get over that, help you heal your wounds as best we can. We selectively use sex to help cure those with sexual problems, like you have." "I don't habbb no sexual problems!" "Yes, Jerome, you do. It's been diagnosed, and confirmed by Dr. Chaim, one of the world's experts in this field. You need help, and we're here to give it to you, if you let us" Mary replied as her boobs bobbed just under the gossamer foam of the gently rolling waters. He slid away from us to the other side of the tub and hung his arm and head over the side, looking as much away from us as he could for a moment, before turning back around. "I can say 'no', right?" "Yes, Jerome, you can say no." Peggy replied. "But if I say 'yes', can I have sex with you some more, Mary?" "Yes, me, Peggy, Eric, Skipper, and more therapists if we feel you need it." "But I dooonnn wanna have sex with Eric and Skipper, just you and maybe Peggy!" "That's not going to be possible, Jerome." "I'm not gay, Jerome, I am just a therapist with experience working with young men like yourself." "As I was saying before I was interrupted" Mary shooting me a justified dirty look "Dr.. Chaim has come up with a plan to help you. Part of the plan is you being with me, yes, and maybe Peggy, and definitely Eric. We won't do anything, -any-thing-, to hurt you, promise, We only want to heal you. But you must trust us, and let us guide you through the treatment process." "And I can say no anytime?" "During therapy, no, you can't say 'no' to a specific procedure. That is the truth. But you can say you want to quit treatment at any time, and you're free to do so. But think about it, Jerome. During treatment, we'll have lots of great times together. Whaddya say?" He thought for a moment before nodding "yes". "Can have another 'treatment' tonight, Mary?" "Sure, but it's getting late, and we all need to go home, it's been a long day. Sure, a little 'treatment' and then you'll have to wait until later in the week for another one. Is okay?" "Sure!" Mary plopped him on the deck and gave him a quick five minute hummer as the rest of us watched a little bored but more tired perhaps. It had been a long day. I called the Parkstone and the hotel shuttle van was waiting for him out front by the time we walked out with him and secured the office behind us, waving to him as he made his way into the dusk but maybe also his new dawn. Time to go home. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It was seven o'clock by then and we had another long day tomorrow and hadn't eaten yet. Peggy, God please bless this slave of mine, somehow had found time to put a potroast and some canned potatoes and carrots in an oven bag and had it slow-cook all day long in the oven. It smeellllled wonderful, and even what was left after the Goulds had gotten to it first tasted superb. We four, Peg and Mar' and Skip' and myself, finished what was left off. I needed a beer. I seldom drink, but I had had a very long day, and wanted a Michelob. There none to be found, the usual single six-pack the fridge being gone. Absentmindedly I went to the backporch to look in the extra fridge out there and found none and also noticed Emily's car was gone from it's usual spot at a wide place in the alley. I darted through the house looking for Emily. She shouldn't have gone anywhere. Then I noticed six empty Mich' bottles on the coffee table in the living room. I buzzed the Goulds' upstairs and asked if they knew where Emee had gone. They she left about half an hour ago, but didn't know to where. I thought about driving around to find her, but told myself to calm the fuck down first. She probably just went out to get more beer. Sitting down on the couch and flipping to Court TV, I heard the backdoor open and knew Emee was home. She came to the living room where I was sitting, Mary having gone upstairs to change and get ready for an early bedtime, and didn't say a word to me as she plopped down on the other end of the couch. Streaks in her make-up told me she had been crying, and hard. "What's wrong, Emmeee?" no answer, then silence for moment more "Eeemmeee, what's wrong? Aren't you my wife? Tell your husband what's wrong." "I'm your Wife Number Two, and no, nothing's wrong." I swear, even polykinetic bodyworking women in their heart of hearts are just women too, after all, and my Emily was sure as hell was acting like a typical woman. Moving to hold her closer, she just wrapped her arms around me as we sat on the couch and began to barely sob. "Oh Eric, my dear sweet Eric, I don't think I can do this anymore, I really don't." "Hu? What happened today, tell me?" "Oh, nuthin', every-frigging-thing, that's all. You know I've never really enjoyed working kids like you do." "I know, Honey." "And before you picked me as your partner in Raleigh, I did enjoy working with men, I mean -really- enjoyed working with men, but now, I don't know, everything's so different" her sobs leaking tears all over my shirt as she sniffled on "this time, I don't know, the men just don't seem as, as, I mean to say, they're not as nice. Not a single one even told me 'thank you' today for their treatments, except one. And not a single one wanted to fuck me, all they wanted were their handjobs and blowjobs." "Well, Honey, this is Maine, not the South, not Raleigh, and people, men, are just a little different up here, they're more reserved with their feelings both good and bad, that's all." "Really?" her voice rising as she leaned back to look me in my eyes. "Yeah, I really think so. Was your whole day bad?" "No, there was there one client." "Uh-hu" "An older gentleman in his fifties. Twenty years ago he had lost both his wife and daughter in a car accident while he was driving; they were killed but he wasn't scratched, and because of the guilt he hadn't been able to get an erection since." "Uh-hu, go on." "He couldn't even get a tiny bit of one with me, even letting him do as he wished with me." "Yeah?" "Yeah. Then I got an idea. I called up to the house and asked if Gail was free. She was. She came down and I had her be a therapy model for him. I let him touch and kiss her as he wished, too. He said she looked a lot like his daughter that died, that he blamed himself for. While he sat on the edge of the bed, I played with his cock and let him touch Gail as he liked. That turned him on and while he didn't get a full hard, he did rise to half-mast, and she and I both sucked him a little though he didn't come, he did thank us both." "See there! That's a real positive. It'll just take time, Hon', that's all. You're one gorgeous broad, wifey, and don't worry, your clients will come around, that won't be a problem." "Promise? You really think so?" "I know so. Feel better now?" "Uh-hu." "Did the Goulds do any recreational when they got home? Did you join them?" "Nope, they went upstairs, and I drank all your beer, sorry." "Don't worry about the beer. They didn't do any freeplay at all?" "Nope, not a lick, so to speak." "They know after work we all need to wind down with some freeplay recreational sex." "I know they know that, and you know they know that, and they know they know that, but they didn't do any freeplay, just went upstairs, though Gail did come back down and she and I played a little bit while I drank your beer, Hon-ey." "Gail sounds like she's a real special girl." "Yeah, she is. And she tastes good, too, especially when she's on her period like today!" followed by a little hiccup. "Let's get you to bed." Getting up off the couch, Mary was right behind us. She evidently heard most of the conversation. Good. I'm glad she did. Emily wasn't drunk but was tipsy, almost throwing up in the elevator before we made it to the our bedroom. Mary took her to the shower in the one full bath on our floor across the hall to try to get her wet and sober her up a bit. Peggy sat down in a chair beside mine in the office adjacent to my bedroom and went over the day's past details. She had two plumbers out today, told them what she wanted, and she got one price of $23,000 and one for $24,600 to add two new full baths, one per 2nd and 3rd floor, plus a new 80 gallon hot water heater in the basement plus circulating pump, the hot water currently coming from the heating boiler which explained an unlimited amount of hot water but also a $400 fuel oil bill for the past month. I told her to pick one. She also showed the rough-drawn floor plan which one had drawn up for his proposal, which clearly showed a new full bath off my bedroom and a new walk-in closet, but at the expense of the spare bedroom on our side of the hall, and a similar arrangement on the 3rd floor. Sacrificing two bedrooms we might need to house future colleagues, but screw it. I told her to go with that one. The plan also showed a surprise, that our house wasn't three combined but actually two, with the third part us never being incorporated into the living space. She said she had called Dr. Mike and he told her that he was using that for storage of personal and business stuff. That would explain why this supposed three-wide Victorian only had the floor space of a double-combined. Fuck him. I could put any future employees over there. Fuck him indeed. Problem solved, and we now had more usable space since we didn't have to worry so much about room. A nude Mary and Emily came back in with damp hair and a smile on Emily's face. "I really am in love with you, do love you so much, you know that doncha' Eric?" she said with slight beer breath and passionate kiss on my waiting lips as Mary slid her around to the bed. "I love you too, my love." "Hic!" she burped as she lay down with Mary. I scooted between them as they lay together, taking my spot in the middle. Peggy left and came back nude, save an old futon mattress and a couple of pillows and a blanket, folding the futon up and placing it on the floor at the foot of my bed. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Peggy? Go back to your room, we need to sleep." She gave me the most sad, utterly hang-dog look anyone has ever given me, sulking "all I'm doing is wanting to be with my Master. Is that too much for a slave to ask of her Master?" she pouted with lower lip curling out at me, almost getting ready to cry because I wanted her to go back to her own room. I had enough of crying women for one night. "Oh, okay, but just tonight" she and I both knowing that was a whopper of a lie if I ever told one "but you stay there, no five AM wake up blowjob calls understand, and if you snore too loudly, you're still back to your room, got it, slave?" "Yes Master, I got it" she replied with whimsical glee, shaking her boobs at me before laying down on her cotton futon at the foot of my, our bed "anything Master wants during the night, all he has to do is say so and his slave is right for him ready to please him. Good night, Master." "Good night." Silence for about five minutes then both Emily and Mary stirred some. Shit. I just wanted to sleep. "Honey?" "Yes Darling, Wife Number One, what is it?" "Just for tonight, could Emee sleep in the middle between us? I think she needs both our cuddling warmths tonight, don't you?" "Sure. Whatever you say, Honey Bunch, as long as you both let me sleep. 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