The Psychological Dilemma: Ch. 01

**Author's Note**: This series will follow the relationship between an older, male therapist and a younger, female client. The main focus will be through the therapist's perspective as his own ethics and morals begin to unravel working with his newest client. This first chapter may be a bit of a slower pace in order to establish a relationship between the two characters, however future chapters will be much more erotic in nature. Please note that the entire story is completely fictional and touches on controversial topics - everyone in the series is 18 years or older.

**Character Background**: Main perspective is through Dr. Kameron's POV. He is a highly-experienced, and well-distinguished, psychotherapist with a shared private practice. Our second main character is a young and naive Jennifer Parrish. She is struggling to understand herself and seeks the help of a professional mental health clinician. As she goes to therapy for the first time, she begins to discuss topics that cause Dr. Kameron to experience his own... psychological dilemma.

**Chapter 1: Meeting Jennifer Parrish**

One of the main reasons I chose to get into the field of talk therapy was because of my innate need of wanting to help people. Working with clients that suffer from trauma, exploring their unconscious thoughts and feelings, and teaching them an array of coping tools as they learn to become the best versions of themselves. Psychodynamic therapy was more than just my career, it was truly my passion to understand the complexity of the human psyche.

Year after year, I have worked with a countless number of clients from all different walks of life. Individuals... Couples... Group sessions... Family dynamics... It seems after nearly 35+ years working in this field, I had encountered every single type of client imaginable. Nothing seemed to surprise me anymore as any client I was assigned to I would devote my entire focus and attention towards. Yet, now approaching the elderly age of 63, the thought of retirement began to creep into the back of my mind. I couldn't bear the thought of leaving my private practice, but I feared that it might be for the best.

My office was shared amongst several other well-established colleagues, one of them unfortunately being my ex-wife. Although our marriage amicably ended in a mutual separation, we kept up appearances by both agreeing to wear wedding bands while we practiced with our clients. We both knew that the subconscious mind of clients would respect their therapists more if clients had the assumption that their therapists maintained healthy relationships outside of therapy.

For the past ten years, my ex-wife and I would arrange our schedules to reduce any suspicion of our separation from clients and colleagues. Only few people knew we lived independently of each other, but if anyone had asked, we both agreed to respond with, "Things are great, we're just busy focusing on our clients...".

I knew that she had taken on a new lover, and I wasn't resentful in any way. We enjoyed our nearly 20 years together, but I preferred to be alone these days. I had only been on one date since we separated, and the idea of trying to date again just never seemed appealing to me. I quietly assumed that being with another woman was never in my future... and it was a thought I had slowly come to terms with.

On this particular day, I had been working with several of my repeat clients. Getting through the morning as topics of addiction, familial loss, chronic stress, etc. all were the main focus of my conversations. Each of my clients, one by one, coming in with thoughts they dumped onto me, and in return, I provided feedback and tools to help them leave feeling a little bit better. It was nearing the end of the day when I saw the last client on my list, a new name I had not recognized.

Name: Jennifer Parrish

Age: 22

Gender: Female

This was effectively all the information I had to go off of, outside of the details for her insurance, address, and phone number, this was a brand new client for me. I had worked with many young adults with much success, so I had no doubt in my mind that this would be just another young woman looking for a few sessions before I send her back out into the world.

The scheduled time for Jennifer approached on my clock as I waited in my office, typing up a few notes at my desk as I dutifully stayed organized from my previous sessions. I left my office door slightly ajar as a way of signaling that I was inside, yet I was hoping for just a moment alone before my new client arrived.

A few minutes passed over Jennifer's scheduled start time, and I began to suspect that they may be a no-show. I could use the extra time to get back home and lounge on my couch with a nice glass of scotch, so I began to collect my belongings into my bag in order to leave a bit early. However, just as I had finished packing up and stood up from my desk, I heard a gentle tapping coming from the door as it slowly opened.

I heard a feminine voice whispering into my office as I could see a figure approach through the threshold, "um-... Hello?... Dr. Kameron?"

I focused my attention as the door peeled back further to reveal a young woman that was unlike any woman I had ever seen before. A woman with exceptionally attractive features peering into my office and making her way inside. Her looks were... unbelievable... Flowing blonde hair that shined like rays of sunshine. Emerald green eyes that brightened as she glanced towards me. Beautiful, full lips that anyone would melt into if they were to be lucky enough to share a kiss. Long, athletically toned legs that seemed to go on for days, jetting out of a tiny pair of jean shorts that barely covered her bottom. But what captured my attention immediately most... my god... was her enormous... breasts...

Although she was wearing a skintight, plain grey t-shirt, there was no hiding how well-endowed she truly was. The curves that protruded from her chest indicated that she was vastly overly-developed in this area, and it was clear that she knew it as well. Yet, even though her breasts were humongous, her body was tight and fit in every other area. Her arms were lean, her stomach was flat. It's as if any ounce of excessive weight that her body produced went directly to her chest, storing an absurd amount of fatty tissue into her two massive breasts, and I couldn't help myself but to admire the goddess that stood before me.

After a brief moment of staring at her gorgeous figure, I snapped my attention back into reality and gazed up to meet her eyes as she fully walked in through the door. I could only muster the word, "... Hello..." as she had now completely entered into my office.

She responded to my awkwardness with, "Hi- um... I am looking for a Dr. Kameron?" as she directed her focus towards me, waiting for me to indicate that I was who she was looking for.

I was at a loss for words, but managed to pull it together in a matter of seconds to provide some sort of professionalism. "Yes... I am Dr. Kameron, and you must be Jennifer?" I asked.

She nodded in agreement as she accepted that she was now in the right place. She quickly added, "Sorry I am late. I wasn't sure where to go... and the receptionist said I could just come in."

I knew she was referring to our receptionist who had been with our practice since we started. An elderly woman that struggled with vision problems, and carried an odor similar to cats... but, she was reliable so we kept her.

"Ah yes..." I quickly responded, "Please... come take a seat." as I gestured my hand towards the couch near the center of the room. I removed my bag from around my shoulder and placed it back down onto my desk. I watched as Jennifer hesitantly made her way over to the couch I dedicated to clients and I approached the single chair that sat across just a few feet away.

I greeted her with a smile as I sat down into the chair, I could see the timidness in her expression as she began to adjust herself to the situation. I found myself already wanting to glance down at her chest, but reminded myself that I needed to maintain eye contact.

As I settled down into my seat, I began my usual introduction, "It is a pleasure to meet you Jennifer, can I first ask if you've ever been to therapy before?"

She shook her head 'no' before adding, "I've never been to therapy, this is my first time...". She quickly glanced around, scanning to collect information as to where she currently was.

I could see the nervousness she portrayed in her face and I knew I needed to reassure her that she was in a safe place.

"Well... first, I want to congratulate you on taking your first steps towards bettering your mental health..." I saw as her eyes came back to meet mine. I continued on, "This is a safe space for you to talk about whatever is on your mind, so feel free to go at your own pace." I could see her continuing to contemplate all the different thoughts that ran through her head.

I gave her a moment before adding, "We can start with any topic you'd like... So I guess maybe... what brought you in today?"

Jennifer sat for a moment, staring down at her feet, and I could tell something heavy weighed on her mind. In this brief moment, my eyes darted down and glanced at her voluptuous breasts. I pondered what the weight of those heavy breasts felt like on her chest... or even in my hands...

Her eyes picked back up, and so did mine. "Well... I guess I want to ask what most people talk about in here... is there like any topics that are off-limits?"

I tried not to smirk at such a cute question, but I could tell there was something deeper that she was afraid of exploring, and I reassured her that everything and anything was up for discussion.

"There is no topic that is off-limits..." I answered. "This is your space to explore what's bothering you most. I am only here to help translate what you are saying so that it makes sense to you. Just think of me as a vehicle on bettering yourself." I finished with a smile.

Jennifer glanced away again, showing more of her nervousness, before starting off by saying, "It's just that... I have been really confused lately, and not really sure where to even start."

This young woman seemed to have a lot on her mind, but struggled on even finding the right words to say. I tried to help get things going by asking, "I guess I can first ask, did you come here on your own accord, or did someone encourage you to come here?"

She paused for a moment before answering, "One of my friends told me to try therapy...". I gave her a brief moment to finish her sentence and realized she was taking a pause, so I answered with, "And why did your friend suggest you try therapy?"

She hesitantly answered, "I've been having problems with my relationships and she thought it would be helpful for me."

This was a good start, now I have an understanding that she needs help with some of the relationships in her life, but still it seemed like I needed to do a lot more digging.

I answered, "Okay... go on..."

Jennifer cleared her throat as she tried to find the right words, "Well... I had just gotten out of a pretty bad relationship with my ex-boyfriend and it's been sort of hard figuring things out."

I nodded along and added, "Mhm- okay...".

She took this as a sign to continue and added, "I think it's just been hard moving on from him when he was all I've known for so long. And I am just sort of in a weird place right now... and my new friend that I've been seeing says I need to work through whatever it is I am feeling..."

I quickly asked, "Is this the same friend you mentioned that told you to come to therapy?" She nodded in agreement.

I was confused for a moment as I thought she mentioned that her friend was another girl, but I guess I may have misheard that it was actually some sort of new boyfriend? At my old age, it was easy to misinterpret things clients said to me, especially if I was distracted by the healthy pair that hung just below my eye-line.

I gave her a moment to reflect, before I asked again, "So it seems like this new friend cares about you and wants to be with you, is that what you want?"

She looked up at me, staring right at me, I could tell whatever it is she needed to say was burning deep inside her. All she could do was nod 'yes' that she wanted to be with this new friend too.

I added, "Do you want to tell me what it is that you want?"

She shied away before whispering, "I want to be with her..."

My eyes flashed wide as to what I just heard. Did my ears actually hear that correctly, did Jennifer say... 'her'? As in... another woman? I felt my brain nearly short-circuit at this revelation. I wasn't wrong, I was right. The new friend was a girl, but I didn't realize this was actually a sexual relationship. Is Jennifer struggling with the fact that she's... a lesbian?

Jennifer looked back up to me to gauge my expression, and I focused hard on not showing anything other than concern for her well-being. She continued by saying, "I'm just having a hard time understanding what I want and who I want to be with..."

I stumbled with this thought of this gorgeously busty young woman confused about her sexuality, and all I could follow-up with was, "Do you like... being together with your new friend?". I cursed myself at such a perverted question, but I just couldn't help myself.

She sheepishly looked back up at me and answered, "Yes... I can't stop thinking about her... all I want to do is be with her..."

Hearing her say these words caused my thoughts to begin to run wild. The professional side of me struggled to maintain control. I wanted to show empathy to her struggles, but an image of Jennifer french kissing another woman began flooding my brain. Jennifer gently moaning into another young woman's mouth as their tongues twirled together, the hand of the young girlfriend slipping underneath Jennifer's shirt to begin caressing and groping those massively... plump... breas-

I blinked hard to snap these thoughts out of my head and saw Jennifer begin to continue on, "I am just afraid of what people will think of me, and what my parents will think of me..."

I don't know what was coming over me, but I began to... struggle. On one hand, I really did want to help her. It was important for her to understand herself and pursue what truly makes her happy. But, on the other hand, I must have been suppressing years and years of my own sexual desires as all these thoughts completely flooded my brain. I could not stop myself from imagining visions of Jennifer and her lesbian lover intertwining their naked bodies, pressing their large breasts together, as they spend all night having sensually sapphic sex in their bed.

I did my best to not focus so much on her sexuality and tried to redirect the conversation to something more important. "Our opinions of the people we love affect the decisions we make, so I do understand why this is a difficult situation for you." Just saying anything to distract myself from the erotic lesbian fantasies that burned through my brain.

She agreed to what I said, and continued on. "I just feel like I need to be with a guy because that's what is expected of me... but I only want to be with Viv..." she paused and clarified, "Um- Vivian is the name of my... um girlfriend, but I call her Viv..."

A name... Jennifer's lesbian lover is named Vivian... now all I needed was a picture to complete my erotic fantasy. But, I couldn't. I needed to stop myself. This was getting too out of hand. There was no way I could ask her to show me a picture of her girlfriend, but... I guess... only time would tell.

I realized I needed to respond so I quickly mention, "Well, it seems that Vivian really cares for you too if she is encouraging you to come to therapy to figure out your thoughts." I was proud of myself for maintaining professionalism. Even though my thoughts were desperately perverted, the words that came out of my mouth were decently composed.

I could see Jennifer taking a moment to think, so I asked, "I guess let me first ask you, what sort of feelings are you afraid of?"

She contemplated for a moment before answering, "I think I'm just afraid of being a lesbian..."

God... even her just saying the word 'lesbian' made blood rush straight to my old cock. I must have not had an erection in years, but this young woman was now challenging me on this.

I didn't know what else to say besides, "Okay, what else?"

Jennifer thought for a moment, "It's not that I am against being a lesbian... I guess I just never saw myself as being one..."

I was torn between wanting to hear more about her sexuality, but at the same time, I knew I had to help her explore this thought.

"And... what do you see yourself as?" I asked.

She pondered this moment, unable to find an answer, before admitting, "I... don't really know..." and quickly added, "I guess that's why I am here..."

This woman was desperate for an answer she couldn't find. This undeniably beautiful woman with unbelievable enormous breasts struggling with her sexuality needed my help figuring out who she is... and I couldn't help but ask myself 'What sort of luck did I find myself in'...

I could feel the blood steadily pumping throughout my body, and I realized I had not experienced this type of low-grade arousal in a very long time. All it took was this young goddess to talk about her sexuality to get me there.

After a brief moment, I began to recap where we were, "I think you're in a very unique situation Jennifer...", but before I could continue she stopped me.

"Jen." She cut in. "You can call me Jen."

I continued, "Okay, yes. Jen. Well, I think you are at an age where these types of thoughts are top of mind for you. Understanding who you are, your relationships, what you want for your future. It's important to explore these ideas, doing what is expected of you, while also staying true to yourself..."

I could tell that Jen was hanging onto my every word. Her body was leaning forward, her eyes staring directly into mine. I began to feel that she did not have an older role model to help her in her life, and I was in a unique position to help her figure this all out.

Jen finally, "Yes! Exactly." She emphatically stated.

I continued on, "I think this is a great time for you to explore yourself more, and you should feel confident doing so. Coming to therapy is a great place to do so, and luckily for you... I have a lot of experience working with many different clients." I ended with a smile, trying to lighten the mood and take my mind off of continuous sexual scenes of the busty lesbian that sat across from me.

As Jen was reflecting on the things I was sharing, I could see a sense of curiosity continue to grow inside her, I could tell she was becoming more open to the idea of exploring all her thoughts fully with me, but still unsure of herself.

She finally asked, "Have you worked with girls that think they're lesbian before?"

I couldn't handle how she worded her questions, it was like every time she said the word 'lesbian' was just another injection of hormones straight into my old cock. The truth was, I have not experienced a level of erotic discussion as perverted as this. Sure, I've talked to women about being a lesbian, but it was usually brief, or they were fairly unattractive. But, with Jen, I could tell this was going to be the main focus of all she wanted to talk about. Sitting face to face, staring at her voluptuous chest while she talked about her lesbian relationship... This was a situation I never thought I would find myself in...

I then lied, "Yes. I have worked in similar situations where people navigate their sexuality..." I quickly added on, "... and each time my client's were able to uncover a lot of truths about themselves."

This piqued Jen's curiosity. "Like what?"

I lied some more, "Oh... well... just allowing them to be confident with themselves, communicating effectively to their family and friends as to who they are, feeling happy about themselves."

Jen looked away, thinking for a moment. I used this brief second to glance down and stare at the marvelous curves of her stretched t-shirt. Her eyes then came back to mine, and mine back to hers.

She then spoke, "I think I am a lesbian, but I think I still do like being with men too. I am just confused..."

I quickly responded, "Sexuality is a confusing topic for a lot of people. It is a spectrum as to what each of us likes, and we don't necessarily need to put labels onto ourselves. You are allowed to like guys and girls equally if you want."

Jen answered, "I know... I think I just am more comfortable knowing what I am, and being torn between wanting to date a guy or wanting to date a girl is hard for me to decide between. I just want to know what I like more and stick to that."

I responded, "That makes a lot of sense, and I think that is a fair thing to say for yourself...". We paused for another moment before I added, "I guess we can explore each gender first if you'd like. Maybe we can start with your ex-boyfriend..." Trying to take my mind off of lesbian sex for just a moment. "What do you feel like when you are being intimate with your ex-boyfriend? Or any boy for that matter..."

Jen looked down, her face became a bit reserved before she answered, "Well... I just feel like all I ever do with every guy I meet is just to have sex with them..."

I didn't know what to say so I just sort of sat in silence and subtly nodded in agreement.

She continued on, "I hope this isn't weird to say... but I have really, really big... boobs...", and with this comment she subtly leaned back and brought the attention to her chest, almost as if she gave me permission to glance down and look, which I felt like was a test that I was destined to fail at.

I felt my eyes glance down to her chest, then quickly back up. I had no idea what to say, so I continued to sit awkwardly in silence until any thought came to my head.

Luckily, Jen continued, "And don't get me wrong... I love my boobs so much. Like, I love when guys grab them and play with them while we have sex..."

She looked down at her chest, as if she were admiring them herself. More blood started rushing to my cock, as if it was finally coming to life after an eternity of flaccidity.

And then she commented, "... And the fact that they are all natural too..."

I could not help myself as my eyes nearly bulged out of my head. Jesus christ... those things are... real???

"It just... turns me on so much when a hot guy squeezes my boobs with his big hands and is just fucking me... raw..."

I saw Jen glance up and catch my reaction momentarily before she quickly apologized, "Sorry... I just get carried away talking about sex..."

I quickly tried to reassure her, "No- it's okay, Jen. You should never apologize for talking about what is on your mind. This is your safe space to share anything you want, no matter what the topic is."

Jen pondered for a moment before continuing with her story, "I don't know... I just... love getting fucked... hard. And I love the feeling of guys just groping my tits and squeezing them."

I continued to just listen, wishing I was one of these young 20 year old studs that had the chance to fuck Jen hard. I would do anything to just squeeze those massive tits of hers, feeling them squish into the palms of my hands while I unloaded all of my cum deep inside her.

But, those days are long gone... Now I just have to suffer in silence as this young woman teases me with all her sexual confessions.

I could feel Jen hesitate a bit before saying the next thing on her mind. She paused before a moment, looked me in my eyes and mentioned, "But... Dr. Kameron... I think the thing I love most... well- with guys at least..."

I gulped. Oh no. What was she about to say...

"... is blowjobs..."

Jesus. Fucking. Christ... Jen is... something else... I had no idea what else to do or say, but to just sit in silence and feel all the blood pumping harder and harder through my entire body. What the hell was I to even think. First she is talking about being a lesbian, now she is talking about how she loves her massive tits being groped and giving blowjobs? I had no idea how to navigate this at all.

I could feel Jen pause a bit after admitting to me her favorite sexual act, and I felt I needed to respond. I wanted to respond in a professional manner, but I had such a strong urge on wanting to hear more about her desires.

I caved. I encouraged her to continue, "Where do you think this love of... fellatio... comes from?"

As soon as I asked this question, I could see Jen really consider where this desire came from. She paused for a moment, looked off to the side to see where this obsession first started, and as usual, I felt myself look down at her chest while she pondered.

"I think..." she started off. My eyes darting back up to her face, trying to stay composed as I remained fully tuned in to her story.

"I think it actually is because of my ex-boyfriend..." She finally admitted.

"He would make me suck his cock pretty much every day..." I could see her mind running through all the memories of her relationship with this person from her past.

"But, I sort of loved doing it for him. I loved how good it made him feel and so we sort of had this routine where I would just give him blowjobs constantly." Her story began picking up in speed, she was sharing every detail, no matter how crude it was.

"When we were home, and he was on the couch playing video games or watching sports or whatever, I would just go over to him, take my shirt and my bra off, pull his dick out, and just suck on it..."

I was truly at a loss for words, was she truly this... sexual?

"That's all that was ever expected of me. I essentially had to just walk around with my tits out for him and suck his cock 24/7..."

I could not believe what I was hearing. She was admitting to how... submissive... she was to this ex-boyfriend of hers.

"But... the thing is... I loved every second of it." Pausing for a brief moment at the confession.

She then continued, "I just felt so comfortable doing it. Like, I didn't feel like he was forcing me to, I actually loved doing it. I loved being used in that way. I loved making him feel so good and I got really good at figuring out the best way to suck his cock. I was giving him blowjobs at least 3 to 4 times a day, and so I sort of perfected my technique."

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. After years of never having an erection... it finally happened... I could feel my old cock finally come back to life as it achieved full-staff. How badly I wish I could see Jen's lips wrap around my cock and show me her 'perfect technique'.

All I could do was nod along as I didn't want to disrupt her train of thought.

"I just feel so... powerful... when I'm on my knees... with my shirt off... between his legs... with his cock going in and out of my mouth."

God damnit Jen. Why does everything you say have to be so... fucking hot.

"It almost feels like it's my safe place... I don't know why. It just feels so weird to say..."

I finally had a chance to respond, wanting to reassure her. "You are allowed to have any safe place in this world... even if it is... um- giving blowjobs."

In all my years of therapeutic practice, that must have been the first time I ever said the word 'blowjobs'. But, then again, for some reason, I felt like there was going to be a lot more 'firsts' with this young, busty sexually confused client.

Jen reacted with a bit of slight embarrassment, but I could tell she was also feeling a lot more comfortable with me. After sharing all these erotic details, I knew she had accepted that she could share this, and possibly even more, with me.

And she quickly did, "I just love giving blowjobs... I feel like I can focus properly and I know exactly what I'm doing... It's like everything just... makes sense."

This comment piqued my curiosity, so I asked, "What do you mean everything makes sense?"

Jen continued, "I don't know... it's like sucking on cock allows me to open up parts of my brain that make me feel so free and alive. It's like I have so much control in that moment and my only focus is just stroking... and sucking... and slurping..."

Fuck, Jen. These fucking words you are using are insane. Is this really how you think?

She continued, "I just feel like my brain lights up from doing it and it just feels so natural for me, and I can just go on and on and on..."

I was frozen in my seat. I was trying so hard to reject the image of Jen doing exactly what she does to her ex-boyfriend to me, but I was failing miserably. This fantasy of Jen getting up out of her seat, lifting her shirt up and over her head to reveal those marvelous breasts, get down onto her knees and pull my old cock out for her to suck on was burning deep into my brain.

She looked up at me and stared right into my eyes as she said this next part, "I feel like I could just suck cock for days and days and never stop, like literally... I just want to suck so much cock Dr. Kameron..." Her expression was completely sincere.

My eyes were big, my blood was pumping at an all-time high, and my cock was now more alive than ever before. I was struggling hard not to cave into my perverted desires. All I could do was sit in silence and waited for her to continue.

And then she admitted, "But, this is why I am struggling with being a lesbian..."

She paused before adding, "I love sucking cock, but I also love my time with Vivian... I just feel very confused..."

I felt I needed to say something and tried to say anything to make her feel better, "There is no shame into feeling this conflict you are having. There is a reason you are feeling this way, which I think we can definitely explore more once we understand the reason behind it all."

I could see this caused her to ponder more on these thoughts she was having, and I added a bit more context, "My job as a psychodynamic therapist is to help you uncover these thoughts you are having and help you understand where these are all coming from, and I will make sure we get to the bottom of it all."

Jen sat on this thought for a moment and I used this chance again to glance down at the massive swollen curves from her chest.

However, even though this conversation was getting very hot and heavy, and I was desperate to hear more, my eyes happened to flick over to the clock in the corner of the room and I noticed there was only 5 minutes left of our session. I sighed in disappointment, but also, it might have been for the best to wrap things up. I needed to get my mind straight if I was going to continue having more sessions with her.

My eyes glanced back over to Jen as I could tell she wanted to share more, but I quickly stopped her.

"So, I actually just noticed that our time is coming close to an end, and I know you wanted to share more about your feelings about being with women versus men. I think this might be a good stopping point for us, and if you wish to come back, maybe we can explore that side of you next time?"

Jen silently nodded in agreement, but I could feel that she was feeling a strong mix of emotions.

"How did you feel about this first session together?"

She shyly admitted, "I... kind of liked it."

I responded, "That's good. And how about working with me?" It was standard practice for therapists to ask about their relationship with the client, but I was really hoping she liked our time together so that I could hear more... stories.

"I really like talking to you." She answered.

"That's great to hear. I like talking to you as well, Jen." Honestly, I couldn't get enough of her stories. I was already desperate to hear more. I just wanted to live vicariously through her, hearing every single detail of all her sexual explorations.

I then added, "So what do you think about coming back next week for another session? Is that something you would be interested in?"

I was trying not to sound to eager, but I would've cancelled every appointment for the next year and just listened to her talk for 8 hours a day. I just wanted to hear every single detail of every single story she had to share. I haven't felt this excited by a client in a very long time.

Jen nodded in agreement to my offer of coming back next week.

"Perfect. And next time you come back, make sure you are here on time so we can utilize the full hour properly." I finished with a smile before standing up from my seat. Jen followed my lead as she stood up as well.

I added, "Feel free to let the receptionist know you want to see me again next week and pick a time that works for you." She nodded again in agreement.

I stuck my hand out for a handshake, and she daintily placed her hand into mine. Her skin was so soft and her hand was so petite. We began shaking our hands and I noticed the subtle shake of her massive breasts as her arm moved up and down against them. Fuck... don't look down... don't look down.

Our hands separated and she turned towards the door before mentioning to me, "Thank you Dr. Kameron. This was really helpful. I have a lot to think about for our next session together." She flashed me a smile and walked towards the door.

I didn't get a good chance earlier, but now I had a view of her backside, and wow... I couldn't believe she had a nice, plump butt that was hugged by those tiny jean shorts as well. It was nothing compared to her breasts, but I could still tell that her entire body was completely flawless. I watched her long, toned legs walk out the door and finally out of my vision.

I quietly walked over to the door and closed it gently.

"Holy... fucking... fuck." I whispered to myself.

Yeah... I was in trouble.