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Milka's point of view Sarah's eyes widened and that's when it dawned on me... I might really be cooked. Elias's hand had just dropped from my hip, but the warmth of his touch still lingered on my skin, making my whole body tingle. Funny how I'm in this kind of situation and I still feel this feeling.. Ha. My mind raced like crazy. Oh, good Mrs. Grant, spare me! What did Sarah see? Me sitting close to a patient, my hands directly on his crotch, offering God knows what kind of nursing ministry to it. Is she gonna report this? Make me get fired? My cheeks burned, and I could feel my fucking pussy still throbbing from the earlier teasing, not even caring that we have a big, bad situation at hand. I opened my mouth to try and explain, but nothing came out. Just a stupid squeak. My panic lessened a bit when I saw that Sarah didn't look mad and maybe like she, Mrs. Grant too. I hope so. Sarah's gaze flicked from me to Elias and back to me again, and then a slow smile crept acro

Doctor Jay's point of view I adjusted my tie in the mirror of my office, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound breaking the quiet anticipation building in my chest. Another session, another mind to unravel. My secretary had buzzed me earlier. She announced that a woman named Melinda had arrived. "She's here for consultation on.. personal matters," she'd said, and I could hear the hesitation. Personal matters. In my line of work, that could mean anything from anxiety, to mental pain, to the deepest, darkest secrets people try to bury. As a psychiatrist specializing in hypnotherapy, I was used to coaxing out the hidden. The door to my waiting room clicked open, and there the patient was. Melinda stepped in, her heels echoing softly on the polished wood floor. Her folders said that she was in her mid thirties. I watched her approach me. She had these curves that her fitted blouse and pencil skirt hugged just right. She dressed professionally, but with an edge that

I sat there in my office, the door locked behind Melinda after our last session, my mind replaying that husky promise of 'more than words.' It had been two days, and she'd booked the follow-up faster than any patient I'd had. My cock had been half-hard since she walked in today, her tight blouse doing nothing to hide those full tits straining against the fabric. She settled into the chair across from my desk, crossing her legs, that pencil skirt riding up just enough to tease the tops of her stockings. Fuck, she was a vision—curves begging to be grabbed, lips painted red like they were made for wrapping around my shaft. "Good to see you again, Melinda," I said, leaning back, my voice calm but my thoughts filthy. In my head, I was already stripping her, imagining those tits bouncing as she rode me. "How have you been since our last chat? Any more of those dreams?" She blushed, fiddling with her necklace, her hazel eyes flicking to mine. "Dr. Jay, I've been... restless. That hypnos