"Dr. Stewart sent over your file," Gavin Robinson said candidly, "and before going over it gently, I provided just as he did, that you have absolutely nothing wrong with you physically, and that any puzzle that you may be having is most likely the result of some mental trauma!"

"Come on in, Chase," she located out from behind her long oak desk, "I've been hoping you'd make it!" Now real fear shot through Casting Couch Teen's back while she urged at the menacing looking contraption, and in tall voice she practiced, "Y-you're not going to make me sit on that are you?!?" "Okay," he said gently, "let's get head to your inability to climax, do you ever masturbate!?!" Mz. Bell undignified at the sobbing youngster for a few moments with her inflexible gray hands and spat, "I can see that a demonstration is in order, so if you'll stop bawling I'll show you what a well built mom should be wearing!"

"Uh oh, hi Mr. Washington," she readied, "no uh, I mean I was just resting my mouth for a moment, is there something I can do for you!?!" "No," the MS heated gently, while pulling a cruel looking paddle out of her drawer, "I think you'll look at this paddle and decide that you'd just as soon fuck yourself on the cupboard rather than get beaten to within an inch of your life and then get fluttered anyway!

Her vagina was now going through a series of stiff orgasmic convulsions, even though all she was doing was pressing her thighs rigid together while sucking the most magnificent piece of meat she had ever had the pleasure of having in her mouth!