Hannah was angry and nervous, but mostly angry. She had expected to be out from under her parents’ thumbs when she moved away for college, but here she was, waiting to see some “therapist” named Dr. Wilcox. As if she needed therapy… Her parents were so over protective!
“You can go on in,” the receptionist finally told her, and she huffed up from the couch and opened the door to the inner office; a burst of warm, moist air brushed her face. She passed through an odd foyer immediately beyond the door. There was a small bathroom and shower, towels, toiletries, and a few empty shelves. Weird.
She opened another door and stepped into a large corner room with wood paneling on two walls lined with built-in bookshelves; the other two walls were huge windows overlooking the college campus from 20 stories up. The floor was covered with thick, soft carpet, and a raised platform like a stage filled the corner against the windows.
“Do you like the view?”, a man asked in a deep voice that startled Hannah, distracted as she was. Before she could answer, the man continued speaking, staring straight at her, “I do not.”
He was wearing a dark red plush robe and sitting in a large, pillowed, armless chair made of dark wood. He was of average height and build and had a short beard; Hannah thought him moderately handsome, if twice her age. His deep brown eyes bored into her, and she stammered. “You don’t? It’s beautiful. You can see everything!”
“In fact, I was referring to you,” the man said, and glanced at a clipboard in his hand. “Hannah. I am Dr. Wilcox. You are beautiful, but I can’t see anything. Leave your clothes in the foyer, care for yourself as necessary, and return immediately. I do have other appointments today.”
Hannah stared at him. Why would she need to remove her clothes for therapy? “What, all my clothes? Why?” She glanced down at her sweatshirt and jeans and suddenly felt vulnerable and exposed.
Dr. Wilcox returned her gaze without wavering, peering into her innermost parts. “Yes, everything. Groom and wash yourself as well. Since this is your first session we have a lot to cover. I will answer many of your questions when you return.”
“I’m not getting naked for therapy,” Hannah declared and set her feet, with her arms crossed.
Dr. Wilcox made a notation on his clipboard and stood up. He was barefoot on the thick carpet. “I can see why your parents sent you to me. College can be a trying time for such a headstrong young lady, but I will set you on the right path. As you know, your participation here is a condition set on your tuition, and I will be making monthly reports to your parents and your school… In generalities, of course.”
Hannah blushed furiously, in anger and embarrassment. What choice did she have? No man had ever seen her naked before, but he was a doctor after all. Her fists and jaw were clenched, but she nodded her head very slightly.
“Good girl,” said Dr. Wilcox. “From this point on, I never want to see you in clothes again. No jewelry, nothing. Run along.” And with that he sat and returned to his notes.
Hannah turned and stomped back to the foyer bathroom, understanding now its purpose. She attempted to slam the door, but the soft-close hinges thwarted her and made her even madder. She kicked off her shoes, then removed her sweatshirt and jeans and threw them onto a shelf. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she unhooked her bra and considered herself in the full-length mirror. Hannah was a slim brunette, blue eyes, breasts a solid C, and a flat stomach. She wished her boobs were larger — who didn’t? — and she squeezed them together with her arms as she always did in the mirror. Well, they’re firm and symmetrical anyway, even if boys always want them bigger, she assumed.
With another breath to push out her breasts and gather her courage she slipped out of her panties and kicked them onto a middle shelf with a flick of her ankle. Ninja! She grinned. Noticing her socks, she pulled each off with the opposite foot and looked back up to the mirror. Everything, huh? She left in the diamond stud earrings her father had given her for graduation
She had just shaved her pussy yesterday for the first time, hearing that girls did that in college. It looked funny to her, and her legs crossed involuntarily. She wanted to lose her virginity at the right time, to the right guy, and she wanted to be ready. Thinking about it made her wet as she stood there. She turned to see her butt and smiled. She had slender hips, but her ass was rounded perfectly to match her boobs.
She unconsciously slipped a finger down to her pussy to feel her wetness — her fingers felt great on her smooth lips, and she was glad she shaved. She stopped herself. This is a doctor’s office! She can wait to get off till she gets back to her dorm.
Her toes curled in the soft carpet. Care for herself? She sat and peed, rinsed herself with the bidet and dried off with a towel. As she explored the luxurious bathroom she had forgotten to stay angry, but it welled up inside her again as she reached for the doorknob. She was an adult, and she could take care of herself. She didn’t need her parents or some doctor telling her what to do. Hopefully she could check off this box and get her parents to leave her alone for a while.
Hannah stepped back out into the main room and blushed furiously from head to toe. Dr. Wilcox was still in his chair scribbling in her file, probably about how “headstrong” she was. Bah. He didn’t look up as she approached, until she she cleared her throat and was standing in front of his chair.
Dr. Wilcox looked up from his notes. “Good girl, Hannah,” he said. He set his clipboard down and stood up. He walked a slow circle around Hannah inspecting her body, drawing his face very close to her as he moved up and down. Hannah blushed even more deeply, if that were possible.
“What’s this about?” Hannah asked, holding still defiantly, refusing to squirm under his gaze.
“Spread your legs,” Dr. Wilcox ordered and stood up straight in front of her.
Hannah hesitated. What the hell? She looked up at the ceiling and separated her thighs. As she looked up, she felt Dr. Wilcox slip his fingers between her legs and gently spread her pussy lips. His fingers were warm and smooth, and she felt a flush of moisture as he touched her. His middle finger pushed a little further up and found her clit, and Hannah let out a surprised gasp and clenched her fists. Then the finger moved down and softly circled the opening of her vagina, as if testing the resistance. After a few moments Dr. Wilcox straightened up.
Hannah opened her eyes, which she hadn’t realized were closed. She tilted her head down and met the doctor’s eyes, and immediately her skin warmed again.
Dr. Wilcox spoke, “You’re a virgin?”
Hannah nodded, biting her lip.
“I only accept virgins as patients, and I had to make sure,” he said.
Hannah nodded again, as if she understood, but her mind was racing. What had her parents gotten her into?
Dr. Wilcox took a step back and appraised Hannah again with his piercing gaze. Then he pointed to a spot on the floor. “Kneel here, and I will explain the rules we’ll be working under.”
“Kneel on the floor? What the hell is going on here?” Hannah asked, crossing her arms again and attempting to recover her dignity. Her nipples were rock hard, but her arms hid them. No way he noticed.
In a sudden flash of movement Dr. Wilcox’s wrist flicked towards her and Hannah yelped as a bright flash of pain erupted on her butt cheek. Hannah grabbed her ass with her hand and stared at Dr. Wilcox, gasping in pain and surprise.
Dr. Wilcox waved a short black switch in front of her, with a small square bit of leather on the tip. “This is a crop,” he said. “I use it for correction. It’s very helpful for breaking young ladies of their bad habits.” The crop swished as he swung it through the air. “When it fails, I have other options that are less pleasant.”
Hannah rubbed her ass and shook her head, at a loss for words.
“Kneel here,” Dr. Wilcox repeated, and Hannah obeyed. Dr. Wilcox stretched out the crop and pushed it against her knees, spreading her legs. “Our goal is to raise you into a marriageable young lady: cheerful, enthusiastic, curious, and submissive.”
“Marriageable?!” Hannah said. “I thought this was about school, or something…?” she trailed off.
Dr. Wilcox reached down to press her back forward into an arch and pull her shoulders back, pushing out her breasts. Then he turned her head forward and tilted her chin slightly upward. “Place your hands behind your back and grasp your elbows. Keep your butt cheeks on your heels, and straighten up. Good girl,” he said and considered her form. “School, hrmph,” he hrmphed. “Your parents just want the brat out of you, but my interests go further. It’s my practice to identify promising young wives for the richest, most powerful men in the world. I believe that you have that potential.”
Hannah’s eyes widened at the thought, and Dr. Wilcox sat down in his chair in front of her. “You mean, like an arranged marriage…?” and she trailed off again.
“Something like that,” Dr. Wilcox said. “Now, a few rules –” he began.
Hannah interrupted, rolling her eyes, “Rules for what? Ugh. There’s no way I’m marrying anyone.”
The crop snapped out like lightning against her thigh and Hannah squealed. She started to rise, but thought better of it when she met Dr. Wilcox’s eyes and settled back. Other options, he had said.
Dr. Wilcox continued speaking as if nothing had happened. “What you are in now is called your patience position. This is the position you are to assume at my feet unless I tell you otherwise. Your form is sloppy, but it will improve.”
Hannah’s fingers clenched on her elbows and she bit her lip. “I don’t want –” she began, but was cut off with another strike from the crop, this time to her other thigh. She yelped and moved her hands to rub the reddened skin.
“Maintain patience position,” Dr. Wilcox said. “The pain will help you learn. Do not comfort yourself by massaging the welts.”
Hannah scowled and returned her hands to behind her back, grasping her elbows. “I don’t want –” she started again, and the crop darted out against her thigh. Her mouth snapped shut.
Dr. Wilcox paused for a second, as if expecting her to continue talking. “Good girl,” he said into her silence. “What you want is of no concern.” With that, Dr. Wilcox pulled open the front of his robe and revealed his cock to Hannah for the first time.
Time stopped in Hannah’s mind. She had seen penises before of course, in porn, but never in real life. Dr. Wilcox’s cock looked huge as she kneeled in front of it. Perhaps not monstrous like the cocks she’d seen on the internet, but the back of her mind lurched as she wondered if a cock like that would ever fit inside her. Dr. Wilcox was fully erect, and Hannah’s eyes fixed on a single drop of pre-cum that glistened on the tip. She gulped.
Dr. Wilcox returned his hands to his lap while his cock jutted forward. “When we begin each session, you will assume patience position and then begin sucking my cock. Do it now.”
Involuntarily, Hannah’s lips parted and she leaned forward slightly. Suck his cock? Her eyes darted between it and the crop uncertainly. Should she get up and leave? Could she? His balls hung loose beneath his cock in the warm, humid air. Was she really going to do this? He looked and smelled very masculine, and she realized that his skin was as bare as hers. Dr. Wilcox waited patiently while Hannah’s mind whirred. She hated how this was going, but a growing part of her wanted to keep going. She leaned forward more, unsure of how to begin, and extended her tongue to ever-so-slightly rest against the bottom of Dr. Wilcox’s head. Was that right?
“Good girl,” Dr. Wilcox said. “Don’t worry about technique, there will be plenty of time for that later. For now, just take the head of my cock into your mouth, move your tongue around, and maintain eye contact.”
Hannah scooted forward a bit and obeyed. His pre-cum trickled into her mouth with a salty flavor that surprised her, and his cock didn’t taste half-bad. Not what she expected. It was as hard as rock in her mouth, but the surface was soft. She slowly lowered her head to take more in, and she sighed in pleasure as the warm thickness fill her mouth. She turned her eyes up to meet the doctor’s, and he nodded in approval, which caused Hannah’s pussy to begin throbbing.
“When your jaw stars to hurt, you may take a break by leaning under to lick my balls,” Dr. Wilcox said, and remained silent.
Now what? Hannah’s jaw did begin to hurt after a few minutes, and Dr. Wilcox wasn’t saying anything. He alternated between meeting her eyes and writing notes on his clipboard. Hannah decided it was time to rest her jaw, and lifted her mouth from his cock, sliding her tongue across the under-surface. Dr. Wilcox focused on her as she strained to balance and keep eye contact while bending forward to reach his balls with her tongue. They hung beneath his cock like two wrecking balls, and his skin yielded to her face as she pushed into them. His cock, now wet from her mouth, pressed against her left eye and cheek, as her tongue reached out for his balls. She found each one, firm in its soft cocoon, and lapped at them softly. The scent of Dr. Wilcox enveloped her as her nose and lips explored beneath his cock, and Hannah could feel her pussy craving for his fingers to return.
Hannah turned her head to rub the right side of her face against his cock while she stretched for another angle on his balls. His skin tasted like man, and she couldn’t get enough. His cock pulsed against her face in time with his heartbeat, and her lips and tongue reached out to suckle as much of his balls as she could take.
Finally Hannah gasped and leaned back. She must have forgotten to breathe! She took a few deep drinks of air and met Dr. Wilcox’s eyes — they watched her patiently. She stretched her fingers against her elbows behind her back and rotated her shoulders. Dr. Wilcox raised an eyebrow and Hannah took the hint. Leaning forward again she received his cock into her mouth and turned her eyes up to his face.
“You should be proud of yourself, Hannah,” Dr. Wilcox said. “You’re already learning.” He leaned forward and grasped her left nipple with his fingers, and Hannah squeaked. She attempted to pull off of his cock, but his grip didn’t loosen and her movement pulled her own nipple even harder. She moaned around his cock and struggled slightly against his pinch. As she settled, his fingers loosened and released. Dr. Wilcox then reached over to her right nipple and pinched it hard. Hannah gasped and squirmed briefly, but then held still and held her breath, his cock buried in her mouth.
“We’ve already started on rule number one: respect. You must always be completely naked in my presence,” Dr. Wilcox said, letting go of her nipple and leaning back. Hannah’s nipples were flushed and erect. “You will be respectful when you talk to me. You will refer to me as ‘Dr. Wilcox’ or ‘sir’ each time you speak to me. Do not nod or shake your head. Do not interrupt. Do not tell me what you want. Obey me immediately and never resist me. Do you understand?”
Hannah didn’t know where this was going, but in truth she was proud of herself, and she was horny as hell. Hannah held eye contact and pulled her head off his cock. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, sir.” Her nipples were on fire, but she longed to feel his fingers on her again. She wasn’t expecting the strike from the crop that burst onto the side of her breast, and she struggled to suck in air around the cock as she gasped in surprise.
“There is no need to remove my cock from your mouth just to answer a simple yes or no question,” Dr. Wilcox said, and held up the crop between them, waiting.
“Yes, sir,” Hannah mumbled, her lips wrapped around Dr. Wilcox’s thickness and her tongue muffled.
“Which brings us to rule number two: discipline. Do you know the difference between correction and punishment, Hannah?” Dr. Wilcox asked. He lowered the tip of the crop to her face and traced it down her cheek. Hannah was surprised to feel that her cheek was wet. Was she crying?
“No, sir,” Hannah said around the cock. Her jaw was aching again. Was she still allowed to take a break and lick his balls? She wasn’t sure. She didn’t want the crop again. Her eyes teared as she stared up at Dr. Wilcox past the crop against her face. If she moved quickly to his balls he couldn’t object. Her eyes widened, watching for a sign of displeasure as she removed her mouth from the cock and turned her head sideways and forward. Dr. Wilcox watched impassively as her tongue slipped out to caress his balls. Hannah used the flat of her tongue to absorb as much of his taste as she could get.
Dr. Wilcox smiled with reassurance. “You’re a good girl, despite your stubbornness and arrogance. Do you want to please me, Hannah?”
Did she want to please him? Her pussy was aching for a touch, any touch, and her mouth was hungrily devouring the manhood in front of her. Where had her anger gone? “I don’t know,” she said between licks. The crop was swift against her thigh, and she grunted. “Sir!”
“Put your mouth back on my cock, and don’t remove it again.”
Hannah obeyed, but her jaw still ached. She began to bob her head up and down instead of working her jaw so hard, and it helped relieve the pain.
“Correction is what you receive when you’re trying your best but don’t quite hit the mark,” Dr. Wilcox said. “The crop, today, has been used to correct you. Even the best young ladies require correction occasionally.” He put the crop aside and stared into Hannah’s eyes. “Punishment is what you earn for willful disobedience.” Dr. Wilcox began writing again on his clipboard.
Dr. Wilcox was quiet for several minutes while Hannah continued to bob. Her neck gradually grew stiff and she began working his cock with her jaw and tongue again. What he said made sense — Hannah did require some correction in life. She lowered her head and took his cock to the back of her mouth. She knew she was arrogant and stubborn, and she got worse in high school when she got popular. She used her tongue to massage the underside of his cock and tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum. Her parents must have been glad to see a brat like her leave home. Her vision blurred as her eyes filled with tears, and she sucked in breath past Dr. Wilcox’s heavy manhood.
“Hannah, I’m proud of you,” Dr. Wilcox said, meeting her streaming eyes. Tears rolled down her cheeks and around his cock as she worked it through her sobs. “Wanting to grow is the first step, and we’ll do it together.”
“Thank you, sir,” Hannah struggled to say.
“You may continue with my cock for as long as you like,” Dr. Wilcox said. “It’s a very primal comfort.”
Hannah found that he was right: sucking his cock was incredibly soothing. It was thick and warm, intimate, intensely human. Masculine. As her tears dried on her face she continued with renewed vigor. The ache in her pussy grew until she began squirming.
Sensing the change in her, Dr. Wilcox said, “Rule three: enthusiasm. Which it seems you’re developing on your own.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said in gasps.
Dr. Wilcox reached down and gently touched her hair, causing Hannah to stop and reach for breath. “We’ve done good work for today,” he said. “The flip-side of correction is reward, and I think you’ve earned one.”
Hannah caught her breath. Reward? Just the touch of his fingers on her hair made her heart race. Her virgin pussy felt like a gaping emptiness, needing to be filled. As her consciousness expanded beyond the cock in her mouth for the first time in an hour, she realized that she was incredibly close to orgasm. Could a girl come just from sucking cock?
Her body shivered when Dr. Wilcox traced his fingers down her hair to her chin and pulled her head up. “Stand up, Hannah,” he said. She slowly unbent her legs and rose to her feet, rolling her shoulders and stretching her knees. Her pussy was dripping wetness onto her thighs. What should she do with her arms now? She kept them behind her body and watched Dr. Wilcox for approval. “Lay down on the bed,” he said, and gestured to the platform by the windows, much larger than any bed she had ever seen.
As Hannah approached it, she saw that the platform was topped with a huge mattress, numerous blankets, and dozens of pillows in all different shapes and sizes. The bed abutted the windows, and Hannah couldn’t help but stare down at the students walking below. Could they see her, up here? She felt the warmth of Dr. Wilcox’s hands on her waist and her body trembled.
She turned towards him and saw that he had removed his robe and was now as naked as she herself. The cock she had spent the past hour nursing on stood out from his body and pointed straight at her stomach. No, her womb. Her legs gave out at the thought, and she collapsed onto the bed. She needed to feel his warmth inside her again.
Dr. Wilcox leaned down and lifted her legs onto the bed, and then shifted her body towards the windows. He moved her easily, like a child, and she noticed for the first time that Dr. Wilcox was well-muscled. Not lean, like the high school boys who had fawned over her, but strong and sturdy. Like a man.
He moved onto the bed between her legs and spread them wide open. Even in her extreme state of arousal Hannah’s thighs resisted. No man had ever stripped her of her protections like this. With her legs thrown open, her pussy was completely vulnerable, her innermost being was exposed. Dr. Wilcox’s hands were gentle but firm as he pushed her knees apart and moved his body between them. Hannah’s thighs gripped his waist with manic strength, but he was inside her defenses now. His cock visibly throbbed as it hovered over her pussy.
“Put your arms over your head,” Dr. Wilcox said, and Hannah realized that her arms were wrapped tight around her body. Her nipples poked against her forearms almost painfully, and it took a great deal of effort to loosen her muscles. She reached her arms up over her head and closed her eyes, trying to relax. She gasped as Dr. Wilcox pinched her left nipple again, hard. “Keep your eyes open and on me,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” Hannah managed to sigh. The pinch had almost been enough to put her over the edge! Now Dr. Wilcox released her and moved his hands to cup her breasts more tenderly. He felt their firmness and squeezed them tightly in his hands, almost to the point of pain, but when his grip loosened and the blood rushed back in it made Hannah’s back arch in ecstasy.
He kept his hands on her breasts and leaned his weight on her as he pushed his body forward between her knees. Her leg muscles wouldn’t relax, but they couldn’t stop his progress towards her pussy. Her breath caught when her desperate pussy lips felt the first small touch of his cock, and she struggled briefly to inhale with his weight on her. He moved forward slowly, against the grip of her thighs, and she felt the head of his cock press against her opening. It won’t fit, it won’t fit, it won’t.
Tears formed again in Hannah’s eyes and she struggled to keep them pinned on Dr. Wilcox. She let out a moan that sounded like it came from another girl far away. His cock slowly but unstoppably burrowed into her body, pushing her pussy open, stretching her more than she thought possible. She remembered the thickness of his cock in her mouth, the sheer weight of it against her tongue. It won’t fit into her pussy.
Hannah cried out and struggled as the thickest part of his head finally penetrated her body’s last defense. Dr. Wilcox paused and leaned back, taking his weight off her without retreating a bit from his position between her knees. Her body shook involuntarily, as if trying to eject the invader, but Dr. Wilcox was immovable. He held her hips while her body thrashed, and kept his cock steady while staring into her eyes.
As her body settled down and accepted the penetration, Dr. Wilcox reached down between Hannah’s legs and softly rubbed his thumb against her clit. Hannah jumped again, but he held her firmly. Her clit was engorged and soaked with her juices, and more sensitive than she had ever felt it. Even the lightest touch brought a moan from deep within her. Her moans rose as Dr. Wilcox stroked her with this thumb. Hannah felt her pussy begin to twitch wildly on its skewer, and Dr. Wilcox must have felt it too, because he suddenly stopped.
“You may not have an orgasm without my permission, Hannah,” he said. “Ever.”
She groaned and writhed, trying to push his cock deeper into her. She yelped when he spanked her on the ass. “Yes,” she forced out. “Yes, sir.”
“After you have accepted my whole cock you may ask to come,” he said.
It wasn’t all in yet? Her eyes twitched and she tilted her head up to look. Her knees were still clenched tightly around Dr. Wilcox’s waist, and her thighs were slick with her drippings. He wasn’t even half way in! He had stretched open her pussy but was holding back. She threw her head back and groaned. It would not fit, he would rip her in half! But she needed it all.
“Please sir, give it to me!” she begged. Her body wiggled down, trying to take it in. Her feet pulled him into her, and he gradually started moving again. So slowly. Her pussy was so wet, but it still hurt as her insides stretched around his cock. Her lips burned with the pressure as his girth slid between them, but what surprised her most was the ache inside her vagina as he filled her up.
Hannah had never felt so full before, so satisfied. Forever later, when she finally felt Dr. Wilcox’s pubic bone rest against her clit, she could hardly breathe. It was in! It felt like her whole body was wrapped around a hot piece of iron. There was pain, but it was overwhelmed by rapturous fullness — she’d been starving her whole life and just discovered food.
Then Dr. Wilcox began to move inside her. Her hands gripped the sheets over her head as he pulled slowly out until only his head remained inside, nestled between her lips, leaving her empty and abandoned, before pushing into her again and stretching her anew. Each thrust felt like a new filling, and she yelled when he pressed home and rammed his body against her clit.
Again and again he reached into her body, and her pussy yielded to him eagerly. His long, slow thrusts built up a surging pressure inside her that needed to explode, and her clit was the detonator.
“Please sir,” she cried out, “may I come?”
“Come for me, Hannah.”
Hannah obeyed. She screamed as her pussy crushed his cock inside her. Her body leapt against him and bucked as if trying to escape, but she was pinned to the bed by his weight and the iron rod inside her. Her pussy lips gripped him tight, stretched to their max and aching. And then Hannah felt a new warmth burst inside her. Dr. Wilcox must have come! The thought and feel of his semen filling her innermost parts made Hannah yell out again and pull him harder into her.
“I.. I… can –” She moaned, staring into his eyes. She can what? Learn to be good? Someday, even be a good wife?
Hannah’s body gradually stopped shaking, and she brought her hands down to wipe her eyes.
Dr. Wilcox continued to slide his full length in and out of her trembling body as he spoke. “You’re a good girl, Hannah,” he said, and smiled.
Hannah smiled back and fought new tears. She felt like she’d just run a marathon, and her pussy was sore and throbbing with her heartbeat. When Dr. Wilcox finally pulled out and moved back he left a great emptiness behind that filled her with longing. She felt his come, and hers, leaking out of her, dripping down her lips and ass, and she squeezed her legs together tight to try to hold it in while she stretched her body out ecstatically.
Dr. Wilcox handed her a white towel, and she saw that he was wiping himself off with one as well. It was streaked with bright red blood — Hannah wasn’t a virgin anymore. She took the towel and began to wipe her pussy and thighs off, but there was so much goo the towel was quickly soaked.
“Next time you’ll clean me with your mouth,” Dr. Wilcox said.
“Yes, sir,” Hannah grinned.
“We’re done for today,” Dr. Wilcox said, pulling on his robe and turning to look out the window. Hannah moved in front of him and knelt, assuming her patience position with the towel stuffed between her legs, looking up. He didn’t look down, but he smiled when she leaned forward to take his softened cock into her mouth again. As she bobbed he pet her hair and traced his fingers down over her ear. His fingers caressed the earring with understanding. Dr. Wilcox looked down into Hannah’s eyes with his final instructions. “As long as you’re in my care you are restricted from alcohol, drugs, boys, and orgasms without permission.”
“Yes, sir,” Hannah mumbled around his cock.
“Good girl,” Dr. Wilcox said. “You are dismissed. I’ll see you next week.”
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