Louise walked over to the couch and took her seat as her therapist sat calmly in his chair.

It wasn’t really the right way to describe the scene really, even if it was the way she thought of it in her own head. To an outside observer it would have looked more like some kinky catwalk, her hips swaying in an exaggerated fashion, her chest pushed out, and her feet crossing in front of each other with each step.

Likewise it was more of a lounge than a seat she’d taken, her upper body never touching the fabric of the couch, her legs crossed just enough to make them look even longer than they were.

It was all thanks to her therapist of course, a few months ago she had walked in to his office on the recommendation of a friend, all stuck up in a business suit, her hair pulled back tightly in a bun, and so little makeup that most assumed she wore none.

The “recommendation of a friend” was kind of a lie too. Sure, technically a friend had recommendation him, but it was because work had told her to get into therapy or be fired, so it wasn’t like she’d chosen to find a therapist.

The good news was that she’d made great strides with him, her superiors at work had been overjoyed in the changes in her attitude, and she’d even made friends with her subordinates.

Ok, well “friends” might have been stretching it a bit far, but at least not enemies and that was progress.

The therapist stood up and a little shiver ran through her as he walked over and stood in front of her. It was time to start the session, so she rolled over and pulled her legs up under her, sticking her ass out as far as she could as she grasped her knees.

A moment later she felt a tug at the zipper and then heard the familiar sound of it opening, the coolness of the office air hitting her sphincter and then her pussy.

The therapist then got to work, bringing the full force of his expertise to her problem… that of being a complete tight ass bitch.

He pushed in, stretching her out more and more with each thrust, and she knew it was working. She was so much looser now than during that first session with him, and she knew it would only get looser and looser until know one would dare call her a tight ass of any kind.

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