I cater to some strange clientele, with some very twisted and erotic fetishes. I am, of course, very discreet. I would never tell a soul what is disclosed to me in the safety of my office. That isn’t to say that I don’t enjoy myself with the information after the session is over. I just can’t help how turned on I get when I’m in a private hypnosis session with an otherwise unable specimen just out of reach. Hearing those dark secrets sleepily moaned from my therapy couch and poor lil’ me just frustrated in my chair.
Once my client is safely out the door and I finish transcribing the tapes to paper copy, I lock the door and clear my schedule for an hour to “revise some documents.” I push up my skirt and adjust my g-string to the side, giving me easier access to my eager cunt. Leafing through page after page of my very favorite cases, I flick my bean and pump fingers into my pussy. My nipples get so hard as my eyes wander the words, breath coming in gasps as I ride my fingers to my orgasm. I finally cum, barely managing to contain my low screams, hands shaking, still holding the pages.
I really do love my job.