My stunning lady, , dragged me to a Scientology therapist. She fancied we had some problems that we had to work on. I bet she surfed too many social networks and talked too much to her friends who had real issues. We lived a normal and pleasant life. Anyway, she convinced me to go and see . At the office, she started whining that I was addicted to sex and that we had too much sex. Darling, I was addicted not to sex but to you. I thought that having sex twenty or thirty times a day was a normal thing for a healthy dude. The therapist surprised me. I thought she would talk about romance, but she told us we needed to search for alternative ways of having sex, like using toys or lube. She even asked us to do a demonstration. So, I got undressed and lay down on the table while both ladies bent over me. The therapist asked my lady to give me a handjob and a blowjob and ride my dick like we usually do. It was so exciting to have a viewer with us that I didn't realize when the therapist climbed on my cock, craving a deep fuck. I had no other way out but to give them proper care and a deep satisfaction.
