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The Body Worker 24 (Sex therapy, MM, MF, MFFgg, young sister/sister, pedo)

  by

  PlanetDweller




Chapter 24:  Roads Evolutionary, Roses Tender


***  Story codes: MF, MFM, FMF, FFFM, FF, Mg, Mf,
Mb, Mm, MM, bb, Mm, Fg, Fb, Fm, Ff, all
combinations, sex therapy, sex surrogacy, incest,
mother/ daughter, mother /daughter/ son, father
/son/d aughter, toddler, medical exam fetish, role
playing, whole family, all combinations, menstrual
sex, light BDSM, DS, caution, romance, polyamory,
FMF group triad marriage ; rough sex, rough trade,
consensual therapeutic forced rape, real-life based
in a lot of places you figure out where, boring and
tedious background set-up and catch-up from other
previous chapters in places - but very-very hot-HOT
in most other places!   ***




Copyright © 2002,   PlanetDweller.  ALL Rights
Reserved



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"That feels so nice, Eric, Mary, please keep doing
like you're doing" our sweet little naked
nine-year-old patient whispered to us as she lay
securely cuddled between the two us, our mutual
hands gently rubbing her pudenda as her eyes
closed and a breath was drawn deep. Mary smiled at
me and I couldn't help but smile back her. We
leaned into each other and kissed a passionate kiss
as the object of our sex surrogacy session relaxed
between our also nude bodies. Our kiss became
even more passionate as our genital massaging of
Katie became even more slightly vigorous. Why
shouldn't I kiss my Mary like a lover, patient
present or not, she is my fiancée' after all?

"Will you guys cut it out until after our therapy? I
-am- the patient here" Katie slightly but playfully
scolded us. At age nine she had been through the
mill and presented an adult attitude and language
at times. Her familiarity with us after twice a week
sessions for the past two months, basically she was
our first patient after we had relocated back in April
to Maine to take over Dr. Josewics's bodywork
practice, gave her and us a familial familiarity with
each other that was comforting if not comfortable.

"Sorry sweetie, we do get carried away at time; it is
a lot of fun helping you, helping you get better" my
betrothed replied.

"Yeah, and we three do have lotsa great sex
together, don'we?"

"Yes we do Katie, yes indeed" my mouth breaking
from Mary's to kiss our patient firmly on the lips as
my finger eased into her waiting vagina and Mary
made her way down to be between Katie's legs.

"Hhhmmm . . . uuhhhh-hhmmmm, that's nice,
Mary."

"Glad our Katie likes" came back a muffled mouth
from being covered in a hairless muff reply.

It was a scene I had been in, repeated hundred of
times with a variety of adult female sex surrogate
therapist partners partnering with me to treat
pre-adolescent females and males as well as other
age range patients in the four years and change of
my professional polykinetic bodyworker career, but
now, partnered with the woman who was going to
be my life partner as well as therapy partner, it
made my entire world, my entire outlook on life
seem even more relaxed, more happy, more
hopeful.

Mary gave her some more head for a few more
moments and then looked at me with the silent
signal of raising of the eyebrow that it was time for
me to do my part, taking her place between Katie's
legs.

Giving her pussy a few tongue licks of my own, I
scooted further up until the head of my dick was at
Katie's entrance, then eased inside her effortlessly
as Mary moved up the kiss our patient on the lips
and suck on the buds of her breasts some. Her
young vagina felt so smooth to my penile skin, most
pre-puberty vaginas do, but the ease of entry our
extended foreplay and oral sexing of her aside
spoke to the years of abuse and terror her father
had put her through before finally being caught.
Now it was up to Mary and I to try to heal the scars
from all of the past abuse.

Mary got up for a moment to speak to Summer,
Katie's mom who had been sitting in an easy chair
in the corner of the room watching the therapy
session. Summer nodded "yes" to something I
couldn't hear and came over to sit on the edge of
the bed where her young daughter's bodyworking
therapy session was taking place.

Two years ago, that would have never happened, a
parent of a young patient being allowed to remain
clothed and non-participating in a session. Either by
therapeutic prescription they had to be naked and
participating in the active sexual part of the therapy
of their child, or they weren't allowed in the therapy
room at all. I never understood that. If it was my
child undergoing the kind of intensive direct contact
therapy that poly-k bodyworking is by its nature,
even if my direct participation wasn't part of the R-x
I'd still sure as hell want to be in the room where
therapy was taking place. As a parent, I'd sure as
hell think it was my God-given right to, since it was
my child that was having therapeutic sexual touch
done to him/her.

It took me gently nagging Dr. Nick for months
before he finally allowed me to occasionally start
allowing it in selective cases, but after a dozen or
so times after it was obvious that within a tightly
defined protocol and selective criteria for selected
parents, allowing a parent in therapy as an observer
not only dramatically cut the number of therapy
sessions needed and more importantly improved the
cure rate and cure effectiveness for the patient.
After two years plus of doing that, plus some other
minor modifications to certain bodyworking
protocols, even old Doc Chaim who trained me and
all other PBI (Polykinetic Bodywork
Institute)-franchised surrogates began to included it
and the other bits I developed in the new "Manual"
which all future bodyworkers would use as their
"Bible". What works, works.

My penetrative sex of her daughter continued as
Summer sat on the edge of the bed beside us, Katie
finally noticing her Mom.

"How you doin', Baby?"

"Fine, Mom; I mean, okay; Eric and Mary are
wonderful, aren't they?"

"Yes, they are; they're helping you get better, that's
the main thing."

"Mom?"

"Yes Hon'?"

"Will you hold my hand?"

"Sure."

This would have never taken place in any therapy
session with any young patient just two years ago,
and I couldn't have been prouder. As my easy
lovemaking of Katie continued, her Mom fully
clothed and obviously not turned on by what she
was witnessing, held her daughter's hand, held it
for support, held it to offer her support and
encouragement. Just what young Katie needed.

"Eric?"

"Yes, Katie?"

"Will you finish with me like we did the other day,
then have Mary give me some head too?"

"Sure; slow or fast?"

"As you like."

Easing up, Katie flipped around to offer me her rear
as she knelt on all fours, her vaginal lips glistening
with our mixed juices. I thrust my cock inside her
as her Mom regained holding her hand and I
pumped away, deliberately coming within a couple
of minutes.

Falling to her side, Mary held her close and then
eased over her to a sixty-nine position, not
expecting reciprocation for her, lapping Katie's and
mine mixed fluids from inside her.

As she did that I scooted beside Summer, she now
sitting more on the bed, and held her hand as my
fiancée finished our therapy session with her little
Katie.

Summer helping her get dressed, we all four hugged
good-bye for now, her next therapy session being
schedule in just two days.

+++++++++++++++++++++++


It seemed like a lifetime ago, just two months ago.

After building up Dr. Nick's bodywork practice over
my four years as his "lead mechanic", we were
literally bursting at the seams. We remodeled the
old three-story house on Chatham Street twice to
try to accommodate the explosive demand for our
services, but even after that and after adding two
paired therapy couples (Marilyn was split off from
me and paired with another male therapist, I asked
for and was paired with Emily after that, plus one
other M/F therapy couple that we recruited from
another practice out of state) and adding three
more single female therapists whose primary
clientele were men, the latter always being the
backbone of almost most of the billings of most of
the PBI practices, we still couldn't keep up with the
demand, still had a waiting list for treatments that
grew from days to weeks and then into months.

Dr. & Mrs. Chaim knew of the situation and worked
with Dr. Nick to remedy it as best they could. I
knew but I don't know if they knew I knew back
then before I eventually got promoted to "franchise
manager" for lack of a better term and all of the
entire business model was disclosed to me that Dr.
and Mrs. got a percent of the gross billing, two to
five percent depending on a set of contract criteria
being met, so it was in there interest to let the
practice grow as large as practically possible.

That's true, but I don't want to give you the
impression that money was the motivator for them.
It wasn't. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, I'm know in
my heart of hearts that Doc and Missus' only
concern was for the welfare for their patients, both
face-to-face in their own practice and by influence
through their polykinetic bodyworking training and
"franchise" (the word sucks for that usage, but it's
the only one that fits) of bodyworking practices
affiliated with local psychiatric and sex therapy
practices across the country.

So it was no surprise Doc Chaim stepped in with a
grand plan. A ten-story office building was planning
on being built adjacent to a ten-story hotel to built
simultaneously with it, next to it on an outparcel
near the new Rex Hospital in west Raleigh, and
somehow Doc found out about it. He bought the
entire project from the developers, and then had the
plans redesigned a little.

The plan was for two pedestrian bridges to connect
the hotel to office building at the fifth and tenth
floors, and for floors five through ten (yep, I ain't
kiddin' !) be turned into a massive therapy complex.
A complex where seven M/F therapy couples would
reside onsite per standard bodywork practice
procedure along with twelve single female
therapists. There was to be a gym, for lack of a
better term a one-room school house for all the
resident pre-eighteen-years-of-age "therapy
models", the eighth floor being host to a ten-person
full-time support staff including a f/t maintenance
person, a full-time cook and assistant cook, three
administrative assistants to take care of all the
billings and such and even more non-therapist
personnel.

And guess who was promoted to "franchise
manager" to handle all this mess, an immediate
(but needed) doubling close to tripling of our size?
Uh-hu, little old me. Even though it meant a huge
salary increase, hell, my gross for the previous year
with commissioned billable time and all had bumped
my taxable income to just over a hundred thousand
plus for cash compensation alone plus my standard
benefits, so I didn't need the extra money. I did
need and want time with my patients, which I value
more than anything, and which this promotion
would have cut by eighty to ninety percent. The
deal money-wise, a raise to one-fifty plus benes but
my commissions being cut out, was still great, the
increase in status and title was great, but the deal
patient-wise sucked. I wanted to turn it down
immediately and leave for another practice but my
instinct told me to wait a while.

Glad I did. A month after everything was presented
to me slash us, the rest of the new staff including
four recent PBI graduates flew down to see their
new home that would be their new home in a week
or two, and Mary, yes, My Mary, was among them.

The attraction was instant. I don't know why, and I
don't care. As part of my job I had had sex with I
don't know how many beautiful women, hundreds,
thousands, but that was therapy, and this was love.

At five-six and one hundred twenty pounds and long
shoulder-length brunette hair and perfect
champagne-glass 34B breasts and legs up to there,
I wanted to jump her bones as soon as I saw her
get off the plane, but that had to wait a couple of
hours until she and her other newbie classmates
arrived back at our then-empty office slash
residence waiting for the move, where I took her to
my room and absolutely ravished her for three or
four hours.

Thankfully, God thank you, she felt the same spark
which turned into inferno the instant she saw me.
Our lovemaking was beyond description. I proposed
to her that same night. She said yes. Taking her to
Capital City Chop House a week later, I proposed
again this time with a full carat diamond ring in
tow, and she said yes again.

My falling head over heels in love with Miss Mary
Faison-Hewitt and she I sealed my decision for me.

At eighteen, she had earned both a degree in
evolutionary biology and also one in economics
from Yale as a double major, having graduated from
high school in France at age 14 (her dad was a
high-level American diplomat there) and applying
for and being admitted to Yale that same year, also
Harvard, Mt. Holyoke, and several other American
colleges before choosing Yale. I mention this
because while I'm a decent writer and a great
bodyworker I know that lots of other people are
book and other-smarter than I am, and my Mary is
definitely one of them, so I sought her advice on
what I should do regarding staying on as the
franchise manager of the new expanded practice,
which I would have done anyway since we were to
be married.

Oh, how did she wind up as a bodyworker, then?
She had been planning on doing her Master's thesis
and then her PhD on human female sexual
evolution and through her research somehow
stumbled upon PBI, something I'm still not sure
how she did even though she's explained it to me
several times, considering how beyond paranoid
secretive Doc about things to the "outside world".
Anyway, once finding PBI, she finagled an interview
with Doc and Mrs. Chaim, found the process
fascinating, somehow conned her way with them
into letting her sit on a couple of days of a training
class, something Doc to my knowledge has never
done with anyone before, and at that point made up
her mind that this is what she wanted to do now if
not for the rest of her life, become a professional
bodyworker.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

When Dr. Nick and I were talking about expanding
the staff like we were going to have to, Doc Chaim
gushed on and about Mary, telling me that she had
even more potential than I did at the stage she was
now as I was at years back, just having graduated
from the course. When Doc told her about my
pioneering work that had modestly re-written a lot
of the bodywork protocols and modified many others
especially where therapy with children were
concerned, she told him that she would either work
with me side-by-side and have me train her, or she
would go back to school and start work on her
Master's.

There being no coincidences in this life I do believe,
she made that statement to Doc the same day Dr.
Nick and I decided to make our offer to her and the
other recent graduates we wanted to hire. She came
down a couple of days after that, and the rest is
history.

No it isn't history, sorry. How did I/we end up
running and being 2/3rds of a potentially tiny
struggling practice in Rockport, Maine just a short
while later?

There was going to be a ten-day gap or so between
shutting down at the old place on Chatham Street
and moving into our new fancy digs near Rex
Hospital. After that, after we moved in, there would
have been an implied if not contractual commitment
on my part to run the new enlarged practice, at
least for a year or two. Ninety percent plus of my
time would have been administrative or at least
non-patient-contact. Mary didn't want that for me or
her or us. She wanted to work with me as my
"apprentice" for lack of a better term, and this was
before we met face-to-face and fell madly in love
with me and I her. After we met, her desire to work
by my side working with patients as a team was
even stronger. And at that point since all decisions
we were making we made from an "ours"
perspective, the only logical thing to do was tender
my resignation and move on to a practice where I
and she could actually practice, i.e. be with patient.
So I gave my resignation notice of thirty days.

Stupid idea.. Turns out, Dr. Nick didn't have
confidence in my administrative abilities to run his
new great ship of bodyworking therapy, so he had
been secretly talking with several candidates to
replace me behind my back, my incredible
reputation nationally as a wunderkind of therapy
firmly established totally shoved aside. I didn't find
this out until after I had tendered my resignation.
Then two days later, 9-11 happened.

Usually there are at minimum several potential job
openings in almost all parts of the US for trained
bodyworkers at any given moment, and we all can
access them through PBI's secured BBS and
website. Never has any bodyworker had the least
bit of trouble moving on and getting another job,
ever, not ever.

But then 9-11 bit me on the ass two days after I
tendered my resignation. Three potential openings I
had been looking at were withdrawn within two
days after that. Only one job opening remained "on
the board", and that was in Rockport, Maine of all
places.

The salary was less than half of what I had been
making, and there were fewer benes, such as no
practice-furnished car. The usual concession
residence was offered, but no unlimited expense
accounts like I had been used to having for four
years with Dr. Nick. There wasn't even any
accounts with local food joints to have pizza or
sandwiches delivered and charged to the practice,
something I had gotten used to. Basically, I hadn't
spent a dime on any necessity of life for four solid
years. And now if I took the offer I was going to
have to buy my own food and pay for all my
incidental living expenses. Sucked.

In a phone conversation with Mike, Dr. Josewic, he
gushed on and on about how beautiful Maine and
Rockport were, how I'd fall in love with place once I
got there, how the cost of living was so much
cheaper there than Raleigh, did he mention how
beautiful Rockport was and that my/our
practice-furnished residence was high on a hill
overlooking the a small yacht basin on Ocsac Bay? I
was skeptical, but agreed to fly up in a couple of
days with Mary so we could be interviewed by him
and see everything.

Mary and I talked about a lot that afternoon. She
had been to Maine several times, loved it, said I
would too, and was eager to relocate there (she was
NOT impressed by Raleigh at all!) with me. Her base
salary would have been pitiful to start, only $32.5K
base and almost no other benes, but she said she
didn't care as long as we could be together, in real
life and as therapy partners. I was still skeptical
and thought about waiting until things settled down
and some new job offers appeared on the board.
After all, I had almost two hundred thousand dollars
in CD's by that point, and didn't need to work for a
long time if I wished to pull back and wait. But Mary
was eager to marry me, and eager to begin her
career. I called Doc that night to seek his advice.
Doc never gave me anything but the truth and good
advice.

"I can't believe, Eric, that you'd leave Dr. Nick" old
Doc protested.

"Well, if I could continue to have a substantial
amount of patient contact and still run things, that'd
be different, but Dr. Nick made it very clear if I
stayed I'd be a manager, not a therapist."

"That would be waste. You simply have too much
talent to become a pencil-pusher, Eric. The
polykinetic bodyworking modality movement needs
you, needs you to continue doing what you're doing.
Want me to call Dr. Nick and talk with him? I'm
sure he could find someone else to run things and
let you continue being a therapist."

"Naw, that's okay Doc. I think it's time to move on.
Mary loves Maine and wants to move there, and it
would be a good place for us, I think. The only thing
I'm worried about is this huge salary cut I'm taking,
not to mention the fact that there's very little
patient case load right now for her and I, let alone
the second therapist which is also leaving and Dr.
Jose' is going to have replace, too."

"Eric, Eric, Eric. My boy, you still don't get it, do
you? With your reputation that you've worked so
hard to establish, you could literally pick your
practice anywhere. Anywhere."

"But there was only this one job opening on the
board, Doc."

"Eric, you can be so, well, dense at times, my boy.
What did I just say? Let me explain. Three-quarters
plus of your patient load right now you pick and
choose from a huge backlog of cases to choose
from, and most of these are from out-of-state,
correct?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So, they're flying in from all over to country to
Raleigh, setting up temporary residence while you
work with them, and after their therapy is complete,
they leave. See now?"

"Not really, Doc."

"Damn boy,  let me spell it out for you. Since your
patients come to you now, they can come to you no
matter where you're at, if it's Raleigh, Rockport,
Kalamazoo or Timbuktu, get it now!!??!!"

"Yeah, I see, I think" my sometimes slow thought
process catching up.

"So you don't have to worry about having to make a
living, your living, your patients will come to you
regardless. So, if Rockport is not to your liking, then
pick your city in any state, and I promise, no,
guarantee you'll have a job there within 24 hours."

"Thanks, Doc, I appreciate it."

"You're welcome."

"Mary's got her heart set on moving to Rockport,
though. I just hate taking a bad deal."

"Let me call Dr. Josewic and speak with him myself
about your deal. It is not fair to you. I can't promise
a sweetheart deal like you've got with Dr. Nick, but
I can promise you I'll cut a deal for you that's much
closer to what you should be getting. After all,
you're bringing to the practice all told probably a
quarter million dollars plus a year in net billings."

"And for Mary too?"

"And for Mary too."

"We're supposed to fly up there for our interview in
a couple of days. Will you have our deal done by
then."

"It'll be done by lunch tomorrow."

"Thanks Doc, I owe you."

"No Eric, you don't owe me anything, if anything I
owe you."

I was puzzled by that last remark but let it slide.

"I'll call you when we get back."

++++++++++++++++++++++++

Rockport's airport was cute, almost as small as RDU
had been forty-some years ago. Mary had been
singled out twice on the way there for frisking by
the new security procedures, but just giggled at the
male security guards as they openly groped as
opposed to frisked her in the open space of the
concourse, making them blush with embarrassment.
 Fuck them.

Even though Rockport is Maine's third-largest
largest city, it is still smaller than Raleigh, about
the size Raleigh was when I was little. And the view
of Ocsac Bay  from the backporch of what was to be
our new residence was worth almost anything, was
truly beyond fucking gorgeous, just like Dr. Josewic
and Mary both said it would be. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck
it. I loved it. I was sold.

Doc had indeed kept his promise and cut me a much
better deal. A 50/50 one, with $50K base salary
plus 50% non-expensible commission, plus a
5-10-15 per cent bonus structure based on total
billables and total net yearly income. "Dr. Mike" still
wasn't willing to give us both a practice-furnished
vehicle, but knowing we were to be married soon,
made his pitch to Doc (all this was taking place in
private phone calls between Doc and Dr. Mike) that
he'd pay for a lease on a new Jeep Grand Cherokee
for us as a couple or a similar 4WD vehicle making
the point that we'd need it in the winter. Doc told
him that we would go for that. Plus he was willing
to give us the usual benes of local accounts with
several local sub and pizza shops that would deliver
food to us as we wished "as long as they don't
abuse the privilege too much" he cautioned to Doc
Chaim who was negotiating for us.

All this done for us by Doc in private, Dr. Mike not
mentioning anything about it as he showed us
around, still not telling us at first that he was going
to give us a better deal that Doc Chaim had more or
less forced him to offer us, either that or lose his
PBI franchise and possibly me/us as income
rainmakers.

Our therapy practice building was separate from our
residence, something a little unusual for a
bodyworking practice, but was only literally a block
away, a five minute walk, no big deal. Cutting
through an alley between our residence and a
next-door neighbor, our house was an old Victorian
row house that was actually three of them
side-by-side recombined into one, we walked across
Perkins Street to go down another alley between
two houses to the backside of our therapy building
which faced State Street, a main commercial street
in Rockport where a lot of other doctor's offices and
other professional-type practices and businesses
were scattered along its length, Dr. Mike's office
being just four blocks or so away. A modest sign out
front read "Dr. Josewic & Associates  +  Therapy
Annex."

Inside, our new therapy home really sucked. It
wreaked of old cigarette smoke despite two "No
Smoking" signs and old urine smell too, almost an
old porn shop smell. The drapes were old and faded,
the furniture old, the threadbare worn carpet older
still. The exam tables looked like there were from
the 19th century, the therapy beds felt like horrible
old Motel 6 mattresses. Just two small
half-bathrooms, no "wetroom" and no BDSM-room
and no group room for teaching classes either, three
facility rooms I thought all practices were required
to have. The receptionist area didn't even have a
computer, let alone connected to the PBI main
system.  All records were kept manually, and all
billings done the same. Geez, maybe I had made a
mistake?

Doc Chaim had told me not to sweat the details like
these, that whatever I wanted changed, to call and
let him know and he'd work with Dr. Mike to get
things up to standard, telling me he knew I'd want a
lot of stuff done, this being one of the oldest
continually-operated practices within PBI's aegis.
With Doc handling things for me, that would save
Dr. Mike and I having to begin our professional
relationship from a negative.

I had to make my decision, now, and let Dr. Mike
know. My decision had already been made. Dr. Nick
had told me before I left that I could come back and
get my stuff out of storage that had been there for
almost four years and pick up the few personal
effects I owned that were in my company-furnished
apartment, but basically, he told me not to bother
to come back, that he would take care of things
from here on out. The new incarnation of the
practice was set to begin the following Monday, as
was mine/ours, if we could swing it that soon. I'm
became gladder and gladder to have made the
decision I made.

Dr. Mike found Peggy in the back, straightening
things up a bit back in a dark hole of a room that
served as the supply room. Peggy had been a
therapist with him for about six years and had hit
that wall that all therapists know about and usually
hit sooner if not later. After years of struggling with
lots of non-40 hour weeks and just struggling to
make a living, she was ready to leave, even though
she loved the profession. Marnie, the other
therapist whose leaving had prompted the notice of
employment on the in-house job BBS, was long
gone, having left for another position weeks before.

Dr. Jose' introduced us and the four of us chatted
for a while as. Peggy knew who I was, knew of my
so-called reputation, and seemed genuinely pleased
to have met me.

"I would have loved to have had the opportunity to
work with you sometime, sorry it's not going to
happen, Mr. Woods."

"Eric."

"Eric, then. Your reputation as a healer, especially
of children, precedes you."

"Maybe that's still a possibility, though Mary here
will be my primary therapy partner, hopefully for
the rest of our lives together" Mary casually moving
her left hand to flash her diamond engagement ring.

"You know I'm resigning, but I'll still be here in
town. I was a massage therapist before I became a
bodyworker . . . "

"As was I, Peggy" she smiling at that comment from
me.

" . . . and I'll be working for a sports medicine
practice just a few doors down from here doing that
again. I wouldn't want even a regular part-time
workload of bodywork, but if I can be of help on an
as-needed basis, please don't hesitate to call on me
for anything, Eric; Dr. Josewic will have my number
and like I said, just drop in at 8970 State Street,
Rockport Sports Medicine Clinic, anytime. And if you
need some help getting situated, I am a native
Rockporter, just ask, and I'll be happy to help you
get comfortable in your new city, no problem. Don't
forget!"

"We won't!" my Mary replied.

Leaving Peggy to her tidying up, we all went back
up front and sat down in cheap old plastic chairs in
the reception area. Then I broke my own mental
rule and told Dr. Mike that the building would have
to be remodeled to come up to current PBI
standards. He flat out told me that he didn't have
the money to do it. I told him I'd call Doc Chaim
about it, and that money would not be a problem, it
wouldn come out of Doc's pocket. He then replied
he couldn't afford to lose the billings that
remodeling would cause. I told him that Doc knew
how to handle that, doing most of the work at night
and on weekends and such, and just to let Doc take
care of things. He seemed almost angry-puzzled,
then looked at me sternly and stuttered out a
question.

"Eric, as you know, Peggy's leaving as of the end of
the week. You and Mary are replacing Marnie, but
you're also bringing in your own patient load. Peggy
had been doing her and Marnie's caseload, almost
all men, but I haven't been able to find anyone to
replace her. I thought that I'd have gotten more
than just you two responding. I do have an existing
client base, 95%+ male, that needs to be taken
care of. You and Mary can't, you have your own
client base. Can I ask a favor? I know you're
coming from a much larger practice. Is there
anyone whom you could persuade to leave with you
and come up?"

I thought quickly and furiously. I knew our better
deal had been done. Doc had made it so. But Dr.
Mike hadn't broke it to us yet. Time to use it as
leverage.

"Maybe. But not for the kind of compensation
package you're offering Mary."

"What is wrong with a $32.5/40% package?"

"Forty percent commission might be okay, but
$32.5K base salary just sucks; Mary should be at
50/50 just like my contract."

"Eric, don't break my balls, please. I do have a solid
client base to service. If I give Mary her 50/50,
'think you could persuade someone from your
practice to follow you to service my guy clients?"

"Yeah, but it'd have to be 40/50 minimum, plus at
least a small compact practice-furnished vehicle."

"Which no therapist ever had until you and Mary, I
might add."

"And which you'll have to offer if you want me to
bring someone with me on such short notice."

"This person you have in mind, I assume you have
someone in mind; experienced?; nice looking?;
someone the clients will come back to?"

"Yes, experienced; she was my therapy partner for
the past two years, up until very recently; she
wants to go back to doing male-only therapy and
get out of child therapy, by the way; good looking?;
she's a gorgeous blond with 40DD perfect stacked
tits and very nice body; client repeatability?; oh
yeah, she's also very sweet, you don't have to
worry about that. Emily as a therapist is exactly
what you're looking for."

"Will Dr. Nick scream at me and to Dr. Chaim if you
bring her along?"

"I don't think so. Fuck Dr. Nick anyway.
Something's going on with him. It was time for me
to leave. Getting back, as long you can guarantee
Emily a 40 hour week for billables."

"That shouldn't be a problem, since she'll be
handling two caseloads at first; if she gets too busy,
there's someone in town besides Peggy who was
trained years back and has been nagging me for a
job as a bodyworker."

"Why didn't she take one somewhere else, with
another practice?"

"Because she's a native like me, and doesn't want
to leave Maine, that's why. I promised her I'd try to
work her in, eventually."

"Why didn't you offer her this full-time job that
Peggy's leaving is creating?"

He thought for a second before answering.

"Well, I don't know how to say this, she, she's a
rather large woman, and like it or not, when you
have a male client base, you have to be at least
reasonably attractive. I was thinking I could let this
Amy . . . "

"Emily" I corrected.

"Let your Emily have the pick of clients for her 40
hours, I'll help her determine which clients she
should see, and then if any billable slots were left
open, I'll let Wanda have them."

Fucking sexist stupid pig. He evidently never
bothered to read the eyes-only discussion groups on
the secured in-house PBI system. If he had, he
would know that many BBW therapists have built up
huge male client bases in many cases. Whatever.
Stupid misogynist asshole, if he is my new boss.
Whatever.

"When did she go through the program?"

"Five or six years ago."

"I'll probably have to let you send her back to
school then."

"But that would cost me money! Is there any other
option, Eric?"

"Maybe Emily and Mary and I could work with her a
bit, see how much of it she's retained, but that time
would be billable to the practice. It might cheaper
to send her back to school."

His face turned beet-red as he fumed over having to
spend more money, but he didn't get angry with
me.

"Well, you and Mary and Emily working with her
would probably be cheaper than sending her back to
school. We're getting off-track in any case. So we're
agreed now?"

I just raised my eyebrows in silent questioning.

"Doc and I will work out the remodeling of the office
you say it needs; you and Mary are on 50/50
compensation contracts, -provided- that you can
bring Emily up with you; agreed?"

I didn't tell him I already knew that Doc had twisted
his arm until it almost broke and had made him
promise to give us each $50K-yr-base salary/50%
commission contracts plus standard benes in any
case. Being able to bring Emily up would just be a
bonus for me, since I still thought a lot of her, and
still enjoyed recreational after-hours sex with her,
my love for Mary aside.

"As long as Emily gets her 40/50 contract, agreed."

"Agreed" as we shook hands and then he and Mary
shook hands.

"Oh, one last thing. You know about the standard
deal most practitioners have with their surrogates?"

He was as transparent as cheap windowglass.

"Yeah. Like Dr. Nick had with Emily and a couple of
other surrogates. He'd see them once or twice a
week as he pleased for a 'nooner' or two."

"And it was never billable time, correct?"

Ghhhheessss-us, didn't this guy ever read the PBI
management bulletins that were regularly issued
out, or talk with Doc or other franchise holders?

"Correct. And you're asking?"

"Even though I know you and Mary are to be
married, I still am going to insist on some weekly
time with her, and probably with this Emily, too. I
had a similar arrangement with both Peggy and
Marnie."

This was one thing among many about the
profession I hadn't had a chance to tell Mary about.
I looked at her to gauge her reaction. She was
non-plused by his expectation.

"It is your right, unless Mary has a problem with it.
Emily will be cool with it"

"No Eric, my Husband-to-be, I don't have a
problem, unless you do."

"Nope, Honey, I don't. We are professional sex
therapists, we have sex with patients for our living,
that's our job; 'servicing' Dr. Mike wouldn't bother
me, unless it bothers you" she shaking her head
"no" in silent reply.

"Done then. I would like a quick blow job before we
leave, Mary."

Standing before her as she sat in the 60's vintage
cheapo plastic tub chair as the quiet mill of
pedestrian traffic out on State Street passed by the
thin-curtained glass window-walls of the old office
building, she sucked him off quickly, he not lasting
two minutes. She told me later if that's all he
wanted she was almost going to be disappointed.
Before finding PBI and becoming a bodyworker, she
had only been with two guys. During training she
had fucked and sucked maybe two or three dozen
guys total, but was eager to have more men, and
women too, as recreational sex partners outside of
therapeutic situations. I had never made my desire
for other adult women and children of both sexes a
secret from her, so it's not like she was saying
something shocking to me.

Flying "home" the following day, Rockport was now
my home in reality, I drove Mary around Raleigh
and Cary some, showing her my old schools, my old
hanging-out spots, things like that, taking her by
the Krispy Kreme on Person Street for some hot
doughnuts right off the line, something she had
never had before and almost had an orgasm from
upon first bite.

I also took her by to meet my parents, introducing
her as my fiancée', which she was.

One of the most stupid things I had ever done was
"come out" to my parents about my "real job" two
or three years back, after I had been a bodyworker
for a while and knew I'd stay in it as a career. Up
until then, I had told them I was just a massage
therapist which I had been until becoming a
bodyworker. My mother was horrified and my dad
was disgusted with me, calling me a male prostitute
to my face.  At least I had enough sense not to
mention that I worked mostly with children, they
would have freaked if they knew that, probably
called the police on me, they still thinking I worked
mainly with adult women and a few men. It had
only been in the past few months that things had
begun to ease up with them.

I introduced them to Mary as my fiancée', and they
both took to immediately.

"So you're gonna make an honest man out of my
slut of a son, now are you, Mary?"

She looked sheepish and turned white before
replying.

"I'm; I'm a polykinetic bodyworker, too, Mr.
Woods."

Pop didn't change expression at all, neither did
Mother.

"Well, that's just fine. What's the occasion?
Blockhead here doesn't come over much to see us
unless there's something he needs to tell us."

Might as well get it out.

"Mom, Dad, I'm leaving Dr. Nick's practice in
Raleigh, and Mary and I are moving up to Maine to
take over a practice there, in a town called
Rockport, right on the coast, on up about an hour's
or so drive north of the New Hampshire stateline."

They sat back down hard in their chairs in the living
room in the modest old millhouse I had grown up in
on Maywood Avenue on the poor side of town in
Raleigh.

"Whatever you think is best for you, Son, you're a
grown man now. You gonna at least have us up for
the wedding?"

"Of course, Mr. And Mrs. Woods, of course we will!"
my Mary exclaimed with glee as she reached for
and held Mom's hand as she sat next to her.

"Well, good; I just want you to be happy, Son,
that's all I've ever wanted."

"I am Dad, I am."

"Well, you two gonna stay for supper?"

"We'd love to, Mr. Woods" my dearest sweetly
replied.

"Nothing fancy, just meat and potatoes"

"Anything will be fine"

"You know how to cook, Mary?"

"A little, not much, I'm afraid."

"Why don't you help Mama in the kitchen some? I
need to talk with my son in private."

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

A young guy about my age was in Dr. Nick's office,
sitting across from his desk, rising to meet me as I
came in. Dr. Nick shook my hand and wished me
well as this non-introduced gentleman also shook
my hand without it being offered to him.  I had
gone his main office to pick up my last check, not
wanting or needing to see Dr. Nick, but he saw me
out in the reception area and waved for me to come
in. Actually, it wasn't my last check, just the
current one. I'd be getting another check in a
couple of weeks, plus my bonus check at the end of
the year.

"Eric, this is Chad Forestall; your replacement; I
should say, Chad's going to be running the 'new'
practice in your, the new building."

"Good the meet you, Chad" I unapologetically
sneered at him "how long have been a bodyworking
therapist?"

"Oh, I'm not a bodyworker, Eric; I have a MBA from
Duke and a PhD in economics from Oxford; I'm a
professional manager, Eric, not a bodyworker."

"Have a seat, Eric, will you?"

This was a definitely oh-shit situation. But I owed
Dr. Nick at least five minutes.

"I have been recruiting Chad here ever since the
move from Chatham Street to Rex  has been talked
about, Eric. In hindsight, I should have been more
honest with you, told you that you weren't going to
be in charge and that I wanted to keep you on staff
as my straw boss yes but mainly as a therapist
which is what I know you love, but you seemed so
thrilled at the prospect of running things. I know
now that you weren't. That's why you left me,
wasn't it, so you could be with your patients still?"

I didn't know what to say. Fucking hell. Yep, if he
had only been honest. My feelings would have been
hurt sure, but things would have been different,
maybe for the better, maybe not.

"Yes, Dr. Nick, if you had been more honest, it
would have been better. I don't know; I think I was
ready for a change. Then Mary and I met and fell
madly in love just days ago, and now we're
engaged."

"I know all about it. And I know that you've
recruited Emily to go to Rockport with you; Dr.
Josewic called me yesterday and he and I talked
about that, that and other things."

"You have a problem with Emily going with us?"

"No, not at all. She leaves with my blessings."

"What other things did you and Dr. Mike talk
about?" I should have never asked that, but I was
curious.

"He wanted to know more about you, of course. I
told him the truth; that you were stubborn as a
mule, always thought you were correct even when
you weren't, that you had to get your own way or
you'd throw a childish tantrum and pout for weeks
afterwards, that your ego was so huge there wasn't
any room for anyone else's, things like that, things
that precluded you from ever becoming the new
larger practice administrator. I also told him that
you were the best therapist, especially with
adolescents and pre-adolescents I had ever had the
privilege to work with, that you were as good a
therapist as your reputation suggested, that within
a small practice your admin' skills would be fine,
and that you cared about the health and welfare of
your patients above all else, which drove a lot of
your stubbornness and ego. I also told him that if
things didn't work out with him, that you would
always have a home with me and my practice, as
my Senior Therapist, no problem."

I didn't know whether to slap him, hug him, beat
the crap out of him, or suck his cock right then and
there in his office. I stood up from my chair, looked
him square in the eye and shook his hand firmly
again with a "thank you, Dr. Samiatakis, for all the
support you've given me over the years; I can
never thank you enough."

Mary had been waiting in the reception area for me,
and could see I was deep in thought as we drove
over to my old self-storage place to sort through
what junk I wanted to take with us.

"Anything wrong, Hon'?" she asked as I made my
way down Western Blvd. to the climate-controlled
mini-warehouses.

"Nope, Dear, just thinking, that's all."

"'Bout what?"

" 'Bout our future together", she kissing me on the
cheek as we pulled into the parking lot of Climate
Controlled Mini-Warehouse.

The boxes of my old clothes smelled musty and
looked old. They could stay, as could my old
furniture and appliances that had been in
practice-paid storage for four years plus now. I
fished some old boots out, a couple of old jackets I
thought I'd need for the Maine winters, plus two or
three boxes of old childhood momentos which I
wanted to keep. Signing out at the manager's office,
I told them to get rid of what was left in the cubicle.
They said "no problem". Then by the old house, the
old 3-story house which had been my home for the
past four years, to pick up my last little bit of
personal stuff as well as Emily, who was eager if
not ready to leave with us to start her new life as
well. I left the keys locked in my company car for
someone to retrieve later per prior instructions,
calling a cab to take us all to the airport. The
airport, then to Maine, and our new life together.
Raleigh and Cary looked vaguely unfamiliar if not
strange as I looked out of the window of my window
seat as our  plane banked a turn north towards
Rockport and the future.

++++++++++++++++++++++++

Dr. Mike wasn't there to greet us as we landed at
the airport in Rockport, but Peggy was, she waving
excitedly on the other side of the gate to us as we
disembarked.

"Hi Eric, Mary, glad to see you!" we shooting her a
look of puzzlement, she replying to unasked
questions "Dr. Josewic hired me back for thirty days
to be your personal assistant, to help you and Mary
and . . . "

"Emily"

" . . . Emily here get adjusted to your new life.
Anything you want or need, ask, and I'll do my best
to help you. Anything you need right now?"

"Pee first, then dinner? And dinner being paid for
with our new company credit cards, as promised?"

"I've got your cards right here in my purse, and I
drove your new Jeep Cherokee over to pick you up,
hope you don't mind; oh, Emily, you'll be getting
your new vehicle sometime next week, a Honda
Civic, correct"

"Uh-hu" she replied with weird warily look.

"I'm just so excited to be helping you guys!" our
little miss Peggy exclaimed as we made our way
down the concourse to the baggage claim area "I'm
just so excited!"

Dinner at Maxie's Steakhouse down on a Front
Street was excellent, as was the view of the pier
where the Scandinavian cruise ships based there on
Ocsac Bay Harbor were. Mary finished off a twenty
ounce New York Strip steak, salad, and three
brandies which she ordered and wasn't carded for.
 Peggy chatted on and on about her growing up in
Rockport, about all the neat little things that she
loved about it, about her past as a massage
therapist before becoming a bodyworker, shared
gossip about Dr. Mike and the three other therapists
that she had worked with in her six years with the
practice now all gone, on and on as we three
listened and acknowledged but didn't say much
back to her.

Our new home looked a little different. Curtains in it
had been replaced, which I hadn't complained to
Doc about, the carpets had been cleaned, and
things just tidied up in general. Mary and mine's
bedroom was to be what would have been the
Master Bedroom for the Victorian row house,
actually three of them combined together some
decades back into one much larger home, up on the
second floor just off the stairwell. My office was
next to our bedroom, and in it was new computer
desk and new computer atop it, a coax cable
running from it to a wall outlet and then up to a
broadband satellite hookup, Peggy said, which
connected directly to the PBI network hub in Roslyn
Harbor, the satellite also supplying regular cable
programming to the house.  Emily had her choice of
rooms from there. She picked the largest one up on
the third floor, next to would have been, I should
say had been, Peggy's room for the past six years,
and which was to be for thirty days more. That left
six empty bedrooms. Dr. Josewic always had
planned on growing his practice to that many, that's
why there six treatment rooms in the treatment
building annex with room for a couple more,  but
things never worked out that way.

"Your family of therapy models will be here in a
week, they'll take two of the other bedrooms. Did
you want a separate bedroom for your personal
therapy model, Mary, Eric?"

Mary shot me a look of "what the hell is she talking
about?"

Doc hadn't mentioned getting us a any therapy
models, let alone a whole family of them, let alone
another therapy model for Mary and I. Of course
Mary knew what a therapy model was, she had met
Josie, my nine-year-old therapy model for Emily's
and mine practice who also slept with us at night,
when she came down to Raleigh, but still didn't
know all the details and such.

"No, our therapy model will be sleeping with us,
thanks."

"Sure. There's lots of extra bedrooms, should you
change your mind."

Downstairs was the kitchen in the rear and the
living room in the front, actually a converted foyer
area since original Victorian homes didn't have
living rooms as we know them. Plus, a smoking
room slash "drawing room" off the living room, and
a very nice study complete with wall-to-wall
glass-door-fronted  bookcases filled with old
medical books and literary books almost all bound
in leather and bound collections of professional
magazines such as "The Journal Of Sexology" and
"The SIECUS Journal". And a new computer on an
old oak desk "just in case you want to work here
instead of upstairs" Peggy mentioned an executive
leather chair in front of it.

"Anyone for ice cream? The chest freezer out on the
backporch is full of all kinds, you name it!" Peggy
continued her banter. She seemed so shy, painfully
so, on our earlier visit, and seemed so different, so
confident and buoyantly happy, now. Go figure.

"No, thanks, we're all tired, thanks; we'll head on to
bed shortly" I replied for the three of us as we
trudged back up the stairs with out suitcases in tow,
Peggy helping lug the extras up as best she could.

"If any of you would like a little sex before bed, I'll
oral you as you please, let you come so you can
sleep better, no problem."

We all looked at each other as we made our way to
the top of the stairs with  "you've got to be fucking
kidding us!" glances.

"That's okay, Peggy, we're all tired."

"Maybe tomorrow we all can have sex together? I've
been looking forward to it even since I met you."

"Maybe tomorrow, Peggy" Emily almost growingly
intoned back at her as she drug her suitcases up the
stairwell further to the third floor, Peggy following
behind her lugging her other two.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The phone rang on my red phone, the phone which
was supposed to be my private line, on the
nightstand beside our bed at 6AM the following
morning, Saturday. It was Dr. Mike, and he was
trying to make a point. Fuck him.

"Good morning, Eric, hope you slept well."

"Yes I did, Dr. Mike, very well; this mattress is
great, this bed is great" my eyes opening and
focusing on the forward posts of our four-poster
Victorian bed.

"Good. Why don't you fix yourself some breakfast,
and have you four met me at the office in an hour,
seven-ish?"

"Why. Why?" I very sleepily replied, Mary not
having begun to awaken yet, softly snoring beside
me.

"There's some things we need to go over."

"Why can't you come here?"

"The therapy annex, one hour, Eric, all of you be
there."


Peggy fixed us all eggs and bacon as we sat around
the table in the breakfast nook off of the main
kitchen which was also off the main dining room as
sipped our coffee, trying to wake up. We all didn't
like Dr. Mike's authoritative style, not one little bit,
but he was our boss now.

"Dr. Nick said I, we all could come back to Raleigh
anytime we wanted."

"No way, Eric!" Emily groused.

"No fucking way, Dear!" Mary shot back.

"I'd hate for you guys to leave without trying to
make things work out first" Peggy sweetly
interjected as she dished out soft scrambled eggs
from the pan onto our plates.

"Oh, we're just bellyaching, we're not going
anywhere, Peg'."

"Good, Eric; good!" she replied in her best
cheerleading voice.

There were several work trucks parked in the rear
and out front of the office when we finished our ten
minute walk to it, arriving exactly at seven per Dr.
Mike's command. A plumbing truck, an electrician's
truck, a carpet guy, three trucks from a general
contractor, a tile guy, you name it.

"I hope you know how much Dr. and Mrs. Chaim
think of you, Eric" Dr. Mike almost scolding me as
he lead us through what amounted to the gutting of
and eventual reworking and rebuilding of the inside
of the office building, we having to wear hardhats
because of all the activity taking place.

"Yeah, I do, Dr. Mike, I 'do' know how much they
think of me."

"They're paying for all this out of their own pocket.
It's gonna cost me two weeks billings."

"Yeah, all of a hundred dollars" I shot back angrily
and sarcastically.

"There's no reason to be angry with me, Eric; you're
getting what you want; Doc Chaim designed this,
and the work will be done by Monday of the
following week. It looks like you'll be getting a free
week's vacation."

My mind raced.

"What about my patient caseload I was supposed to
see this week?" my main concern coming out,

"Doctor Chaim said he'd take care of all that. He's
going to call you around 10AM this morning and talk
with you. You'll be given the complete game plan
then. This is what you wanted, wasn't it, Eric?"

"Uh; yeah, sure."

"Peggy will stay and handle the guy clients for the
next week at an office in my main office, so Emily
won't have to take up that slack, unless she wants
to. Seriously, why don't you and Mary and Emily
just take the week off, drive up the coast, drive into
New Hampshire or Vermont, just take some days
off, just be back by Sunday to start to work Monday.
Doc Chaim and you can work those other details
out. Okay?" he asked over the whine of circular
saws cutting away at two by fours and ramset guns
driving anchor pins into concrete, the smell of fresh
plaster coming from what was to be the new wet
room.

"Yeah, sure, fine, thank you, Dr. Mike, thank you!"

"You're welcomed!" he replied with unusual
sincerity.

My friend, mentor, and yes I guess even
father-figure, old Doc Chaim, called me promptly on
my red phone precisely at 10AM. Peggy was going
over her and Marnie's current caseload with Emily
in my study next to my bedroom up on the second
floor. Mary was sitting with me on the couch holding
my hand as we watched some movie on HBO on the
54" TV, similar to the one we had in Cary down in
the living room on the first floor. Hearing the
distinctive "brring-brring-be-rrrnnggg!" bell on the
red phone in my first floor study, I darted off the
couch to answer it, knowing it was probably Doc.

"Well, what do you think, Eric?"

"About what, Doc?"

He just guffawed laughing at me.

"About the price of freaking tea in china. What do
you think I mean? I mean about the remodeling of
your therapy building, silly goose!"

"Oh, that; thanks so much for paying for it, Doc; I
know Dr. Mike would have never paid for it. And
thanks for using your pull and getting it done so
quickly."

"Not a problem, my boy. What did you think of
Peggy's blowjob last night?"

"Hu? I mean, we, I was, too tired, we went to bed"
sneaky SOB, he had asked her to do that for us.

"You really should have her do you and Mary and
Emily all, she's one of the best cock-suckers and
cunt-eaters ever, trust me on this."

"Uh, I will Doc, later. Dr. Mike said you have a
bunch of stuff to go over with me?"

"Yes, Eric. You downstairs? There should be pens
and legal pads in the upper right-hand drawer of
your desk. Get a pad out and start making notes,
please."

First he told me that he was having a cellphone
delivered by lunchtime to me along with all
accessories, and that from now on I wasn't to go to
the bathroom literally without having this cellphone
with me. It was a PBI special, one like certain
government agencies use, one with a built-in voice
scrambler/encoder/decoder where no one could
intercept our calls. Mary and Emily would also be
getting similar cellphones, and they had to keep
them in their respective purses at all times. "This
BS of having you out of contact with me when I
need you is coming to an end, right now", he
knowing that I hated cellphones and pagers.

Next we talked about my patients that I should
have been seeing next week. He told me if I really
wanted a caseload next week I could fly into Roslyn
and do them from the main PBI complex, but he
suggested I take the week off and take it easy, that
things would be fine without me working for a week.
I accepted his offer and advice graciously. He told
me that he'd handle rescheduling from his end, that
I/we didn't have to do anything, and this would be
better for most of my patients anyway, having time
to reschedule their coming up, their relocating from
temp quarters in Cary and Raleigh, or them
otherwise making it to their appointments. I
understood his logic.

Then came the new office building, or I should say
the remodeling thereof. No big issues there, except
one room was specifically going to be a double
purpose one for photography and would be wired for
medical telemetry, so medical data could be taken
of and from certain patients.

"A similar room had been built into your new
building near Rex" he explained "I'll send you a
packet of information about everything next week,
and I'll send someone from here in a couple of
weeks to spend some time with you explaining how
all the instrumentation will work and what it's to be
used for. By the way, how do you like your new
residence?"

"Just fine, Doc, though I do wish we had an
elevator; going up and down the stairs sometimes
hurts my bad knee."

"I didn't even think of that! Sorry, Eric. If you're
going to be gone next week, I'll have to see about
getting you at least a light duty passenger elevator
installed. No promises, there might not be room for
it, but I'll try."

"Hu? Gee, thanks Doc!"

Next came our therapy models. I was to be getting
an entire family of them to use as I saw fit within
my practice, a family consisting of a father, mother,
and two daughters ages of 8 and 13. Plus I would
also be getting a boy of 8 that wasn't related to
them. Doc knew I liked having a young female
therapy model for most of the time when a therapy
model was called for with pre-pubescent patients,
and that I liked for her to sleep with my therapy
partner and I at night in our bed.

"Will that be a problem, Doc?"

"What do you think, Eric? Silly boy."

He went on to explain that they had been therapy
models for a practice out in Los Angeles for a couple
of years, and just wanted out, just wanted to find
some place nicer.

"They'll all be settled in by the time you get back
this coming Sunday."

My Sweetie sauntered in and stood beside me as my
conversation with Doc continued, Doc and I
discussing the seeming hundreds of details about
what was to come and expected to come, my
Sweetie kneeling before me and trying to playfully
get my cock out of my pants as I talked.

Our conversation finished as Mary started sucking
my cock. I remembered what Doc said about Peggy,
about how an incredible oral-ler of both men and
women she was, and told Mary we should have her
come down and do us and Emily.

"You think a stranger is going to suck and fuck my
future husband in our new house before I do? No
way, Mr. Eric Woods, no way. Now gimme that
cock!"

We went back into the living room and lay on the
couch, she sucking  me hard then jumping on top to
fuck me. I could feel her tampon inside, she having
started last night, but neither one of us cared. I
grabbed her boobs as she rode me, lightly slapping
them as I had found out she liked.

Emily and Peggy came down the stairs to us fucking
away.

"Well, it's about time!" Peggy gleefully cried as she
came over to suck on Mary's boobs and Emily joined
as well, kissing me as my dearest friend in the
whole world other than my Mary and playing with
Mary's cunt and my cock as Mary fucked me.

"Doc told me that Peggy here is one the best
cocksuckers and cunteaters he's ever run across" I
said to both my ladies and no one in particular "let's
see!"

Mary flipped off of me as I sat up, Peggy quickly
stripping and assuming the position kneeling before
me. Doc wasn't kidding. She gave head like her
tongue was made of muscular but warm and soft
and gooey marshmallows. I tried to think if I had
ever felt a tongue like that, had gotten head like
this, but couldn't think of anyone else off hand who
had given me such a warm fuzzy blowjob; a true
talent!  It was as nice was Doc promised. I came in
her mouth and she didn't lose a drop, my hard
staying, that being the result of four years of taking
MascuStat male birth control pills.

Then she made her way over to Mary. Mary's eyes
rolled to the back of her head and she came again
and again and again within a couple of minutes.
Leaving 'My Love' in a puddle of cyprinne G-spot
come strictly from her tonguing of her mixed in with
her menstrual fluid on the leather couch, she then
duck-waddled over to Emily and proceeded to give
Emee an anal tonguebath from hell, Emee grabbing
Peggy's hair and forcing her even harder into her
bottom, crying out "suck my ass dammit, suck my
ass!" as Mary and I cuddled next to them inches
away from a scene which would give a jaded sex
surrogate like me an even more raging hard-on,
which it did.

Finishing up with Emee, Peggy made her way over
back to me with a "Doc also told me about you,
Eric; he says you're one of the absolute best
straight fucks any woman can ever have; Mary, if
you don't mind"

"I don't mind, Peggy, not after that head you just
gave me!" she teased.

"I want your fiancée' to stick that hard-on in my
pussy and fuck me until he makes me beg him to
stop!"

No problem!

Having her kneel on the couch, I just shoved it in
sans foreplay, she being wet as hell from giving
head to all of us and obviously enjoying it as much
as we did, as Mary and Emily played with her some
to help keep her hot. I gave her my best shot for an
hour and then my knees, especially my bad knee,
started to hurt a little from all the kneeling, so I
simply pulled it out and immediately shoved it into
her ass, grabbing her plump but not too-plump
rounded asscheeks and just driving it home, she
having an orgasm so strong it made her whole body
shudder with delight, she screaming then crying
into the sofa as her face lay flat her ass high on it.

"You are the absolute best, Eric, just like Doc Chaim
told me you would be."

Getting up and coming back with a wet washcloth
and some towels, Peggy kissed me on the lips
whispering "thank you!" to me once more as Mary
and Emee began playing with each other next to
me. Emily took one of the towels and slid it under
Mary's butt and fished her tampon out and just
clamped down on my fiancée's bleeding pussy.

"I'm not as good as Peggy here" she half-jokingly
apologized to Mary.

"No one is as good as Peggy is, Emily."

"But I  -am- pretty good; enjoy, my friend."

I knew that Emily enjoyed period sex with other
women, both giving and receiving

Peggy played with my cock as we sat beside each
other and watched. She looked at me and smiled,
and I smiled back, she flipping around to sit in my
lap, my cock easing inside her once again. Her
pussy wasn't bad, either. We just rocked and rolled
for a few minutes before Emily gave Mary a couple
of nice little orgasms, then moved over to us, her
face still red from Mary's period blood.

Peggy spreading her legs as she straddled me,
facing away from me as we sat on the couch, Emily
began licking Peggy and me as we fucked and My
Love looked on, smiling at us. Mary leaned over and
kissed me as Peggy fucked me and Emily licked us.
Ahhhh, perfect. This was the life. This is my life.
Perfect. No man could ask for more.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The three of us, Mary Emily and I, left for our
mini-vacation the following morning. Emily was
thinking aloud about coming back early, maybe
Thursday or Friday, and Me Love and I would wait
until Saturday or Sunday to come back home. Yes,
"home". Raleigh was becoming a distant memory
more and more each day, and Rockport was
becoming home.

We made our way up the coast of Maine slow and
easy. "The girls" spent almost two thousand dollars
of my money, ahhemm, "our" money at all the
outlet stores in Freeport, at Saks 5th Ave., at
Bloomingdale's, at Hermes, you name it, each
big-name retailer had an outlet shop in Freeport,
and my girls spent some of my money in almost all
of them. Which took two days of looking and
buying! That was okay, we were on vacation, and
they didn't go apeshit crazy, even though they knew
I had money in the bank and didn't care if they
spent it. Just mostly shoes and handbags and few
tops and such.

At night, we three made soft, easy love. Emily and I
having been therapy partners for two years plus
during the day and lovers by night knew each other
much more well than Mary and I did, but Mary was
okay with that and understood, she and I having
known each other less than a month at that point.
And every night, Emee gave my Mary at least an
hour or two of head, sucking her bleeding cunt for
all she was worth, Mary being surprised about how
much her period turned Emily on.

In Johnstown, we found a little old leather shop
with lots of equestrian stuff including the nicest
little thin leather buggy whip you've ever seen.
Mary asked if I'd buy it for her. I said yes, but only
if she wanted me to use it on her. She just grinned.
And use it for the rest of the trip we did, her rump
staying nicely lightly welted and red from our
"workouts". We knew she couldn't have welts on
her rump during therapy with patients, so we
promised ourselves to quite using it on Friday.

We made our way up the coast to Calais at the
US/Canadian border, then scooted over to St.
Stephen's just across the line just say I could say I
had been to Canada.

Making our way back down the coast on Saturday,
sometimes getting on I-95 to save time sometimes
getting back on Old US 1 for the scenery, we saw a
sign on US 1 that read "Booth Bay / Historic Booth
Bay Lighthouse / Next Left", so we took it and were
rewarded by a spectacular sight, a short (as
compared to the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse in North
Carolina) but pretty lighthouse at the end of a 1/4
mile long or long and narrow rocky peninsula. At
the end of it, at the base of the lighthouse, a couple
of families were picnicking. Mary and I looked at
each other and read each other's minds.

"This is where I want to marry you, Miss
Fiason-Hewitt."

"This is where I want to marry you, Mr. Woods."

"This is where I want the two of you to marry me!"
Emily quipped, only half-joking I believe.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

We spent the night in Ambrose Port about an hour
away from Rockport, arriving home around 8AM on
Sunday morning. Making our way first to the
half-bath adjacent to the living room on the first
floor, we then went to the kitchen to find Peggy
busily fixing a large breakfast and our therapy
model family seated at the dining room table in the
dining room off the main kitchen, The Goulds, Mr.
and Mrs. David and Janice Gould and their two
daughters Gail the oldest at 13 and "JB" the
youngest at age 8. Also seated was Master Skipper
(yes, his real name!) LeRoy, our 8-year-old male
therapy model.

The Gould family all got up to give us three warm
hugs and polite introductions. Master Skipper also
got up to hug us, but seemed a little tense.

"Mr. Woods" the father, David, began.

"Eric, call me Eric, please; and this is my fiancee'
and therapy partner Mary, and my long-time
previous partner and associate Emily."

"Eric, Emily, Mary, it's so good to be here; we've
heard so much about you, Mr. Woods"

"Eric"

"Eric, that we consider this to be such a genuine
honor that you've chosen us to be your therapy
model family."

"Actually, Dr. Chaim choose you for me, but I trust
his judgment implicitly."

Looking a little puzzled and even taken back a little
for a moment, David, Mr. Gould continued "In any
case, we're so thrilled to be here. I know we'll serve
you well in our capacities. Like you, our primary
concern is always the welfare of your patients. I
assume that you'd like to see me and Janice in
private and do a kinetic check?"

"Yes, but we're starved, we just got back from our
vacation, and if I eat one more lobster roll I think
I'm going to become a freak-king lobster, but we
haven't eaten breakfast yet,  and Peggy here is
proving herself to be a great cook among being
excellent at many other things" Peggy just taking a
half-bow in half-mocking-jest, we all politely
laughing softly in response.

Over breakfast, The Goulds told us about how they
were recruited to be a family of resident therapy
bodyworking models. About five years ago, Janice
had a bout of severe vaginismus and vulvadinia, a
bout so severe that it threatened their marriage. A
homeopathic physician cured her vulvadinia, and for
her vaginismus recommended a psychiatrist friend
of his whom he knew had a bodyworking adjunct
practice. It took six long months, including use of
both male and female therapy models in addition to
male and female therapists, for her to get over her
reflexive spasmodic vaginismus, but once she was
cured, "she became a totally new person" according
to her husband Dave. At that point, some weeks
later, Janice approached her hubby about them
offering themselves as therapy models to the same
practice that cured her. Dave wasn't sure about it,
but eventually consented. After a couple of months
on the payroll, they eventually approached the
practice about having their kids also become
therapy models, too. Their chief referring
psychiatrist then sent the entire family to a
weekend "tryout" for lack of a better term, I as part
of my duties as a Senior Therapist normally doing
several such "tryouts" and "conditionings" of
potential therapy models per month, and to make a
long story short, they "passed", and became a
resident family of therapy models at another larger
practice in the LA metro area.

I told them a bit about me, but they knew quite a
lot already, having been given my short bio through
the PBI system. With things happening so crazy the
past couple of weeks, their bios hadn't had a chance
to catch up with me. Hell, until I saw them in my
dining room just that morning, I wouldn't have
known them if they'd bitten me on my ankles. Doc
does know how to choose well for me, he always
has.

They had also seen Mary's very short bio, being
impressed by her two degrees from Yale as
everyone else usually is too, and had read Emily's
as well, they asking her questions about her two
years as my therapy partner, especially concerning
my use of pre-adolescent therapy models used with
pre-ad' patients, their children not paying us adults
much mind.

"I know that you concentrate on pre-pubescent
patients, and use models of the same age range
typically, Eric; do you think you'll have many slots
for Gail to participate in?" her mother asked.

"I'm not sure, Janice, but considering how pretty
and nicely formed Gail is for her age, maybe Emily
could use her some with her predominately older
male clientele base from time to time."

"That would be nice of you, Eric."

Breakfast finished up quietly as Peggy began
moving dishes off the table. It was a true godsend
having her as our personal assistant. I caught her
in the kitchen and asked her if she had ever done a
kinetic response check of a therapy model before.
She replied in all her years with Dr. Mike, Dr. Mike
had always been too damn cheap to let her or any
other therapist use a therapy model, even when
was clearly called for by Dr. Mike's own diagnosis,
and the patient would have paid for it. I told her
that Emily and I were going to do kinetic response
checks on the Goulds shortly, and I'd like for her to
sit in and watch and learn. She kissed me on the
cheek to thank me.

Up in a spare bedroom, we did the parents, David
and Janice, first. They had been through this before
and I wasn't concerned they'd show any negative
reactions. Just routine for all us, except for Mary
and Peggy.

Emily and I sat on the edge of the bed and had
them strip before us, Peggy and Mary watching the
proceedings from the end of the room as they sat in
some old carved wingback chairs on either side of
the dresser. They each then did quarter and eighth
turns a couple of rotations, so we could clearly
observe their bodies, looking for anything that
concerned on interested us They then turned away
from us, bent over, and spread their asscheeks to
each of us in turn. As they did, Emily and I slipped
on latex gloves. Not as a universal safe sex
precaution, everyone present being so thoroughly
checked for all diseases that it was a moot concern,
but as a way of saving some time, saving clean-up
time as such. I examined Janice's anal cavity as
she bent forward away me, grabbing her knees as
she stood, as Emee did the same to David; then we
switched. When you're a professional bodyworker or
therapy model that is used by them, there is no
such thing as homophobia by either gender.

Having our models turn around, we stood before
them and groped them all over, from head literally
to toe, watching to see even the most minor tells on
uncomfortability on their parts, tells such as an
involuntary muscle shake somewhere, a quick
cough, an unexpected giggle, things like that.
Things which in a therapy situation with a live
patient could break the momentum of a therapeutic
action series and potentially hurt the recovery of
our patient. Things which can't be tolerated in a
clinical sexual therapy setting.

After a full-body grope, they lay down on the bed.
As I sucked David hard, Emee gave Janice some
head and then frigged her pussy and then her
asshole again with a lubed latex gloved hand, just
enough for both again to check reactions, then I
rolled a condom on my cock (again, primarily to
save clean-up time), lubed it up a bit, and having
David draw his legs up some as he got on all fours,
entered his ass for just a few strokes. I could tell he
enjoyed everything for their own sakes. Then I had
David do the same to me, in the same sequence, as
Janice reversed roles with Emily, Emee and I both
watching each other's respective partners as well as
our own for those tell-tale-tells.

Then we switched. I gave Janice head, frigged her
pussy and ass, then fucked both, then had her give
me head with her juices still fresh on me. Emee
gave David head, had him give her head, had him
fuck her pussy and ass and then pussy again
(switching condoms between times, of course), then
suck her pussy once more, then kissing him hard on
the lips to share their juices. We then had them do
a couple of standard position fucks with each other.
No problems. They passed.

"Peggy, Mary, would you like to do anything with
them before they get dressed? I asked, they
shaking their heads "no".

The girls, their daughters, were next. Every
therapist does kinetic body checks a little different
with different models and ages of models, and I'm
no different.

Having them strip, we did our full-body gropes, then
had them jump on the bed with us. With blood
sisters especially, you need to check their
responses with and for each other, since they might
be used together in a given situation. I had the
older one, Gail, give her younger sibling, JB, some
easy head, then had them switch, then do a
sixty-nine with each other, as best they could,
considering Gail was almost a full foot taller than
her sister. Emily took JayBee to one side of the bed
and I took Gail to the other. Emily had JB suck her
tits, pussy, and then asshole as well, JB seemingly
relishing it all, then Emee did her in turn as well. I
had Gail suck me harder and then crawled on top of
her, trying to crowd "her space" as much as I could,
getting my hot breath in her face to honestly try to
push her limits if she had any a little. If she was in
a therapy session and the therapist had a male
patient do the same to her, she had to be able to
take not just sexual but intimate closeness. Sucking
her neck and then her earlobe, she moaned slightly,
not tensing up at all as we fucked, her smallish but
pert young breasts being flattened into my chest by
my weight atop her. She flipping to all fours, I
assfucked her just enough to make sure she was
comfortable with a grown man doing that to her.
Then Emee and I switched partners.

With Peggy and Mary watching intently from the
foot of the room, Emee put Gail through her paces,
insisting Gail shove her tongue up her ass for a bit,
as JB (for "Joosteema Beulah", no wonder everyone
calls her "JB"!) and I did our thing. The main thing
with pre-pubescent female therapy models is to
check for oral, anal, and vaginal capacities
regarding adult male organs. She didn't have any
trouble taking my cock to about 3" deep insider her
mouth, enough. Her vagina was surprisingly tight
even for her age, considering the number of adult
male patients she had been used with, I thought the
barrel of it would have reflexed open more by all
her prior activity, but apparently not; I couldn't get
but a little more than half my length inside her, no
matter how much lube I used or what position I put
her in. Her anus, on the other hand, took my length
to its fullness, something not really surprising,
since anal passages even in young girls are usually
long enough to be able to do that. She almost
purred as I slowly assfucked her.

"Peggy, Mary, care to play with our models some?"

I didn't have to ask. Both were already nude and
standing beside the bed before I looked down to the
end of the room and they weren't there, being
beside us instead. Jumping on the bed with us, they
both began a freeplay time with the girls. Emee and
I backed off a little, watching. Mary in particular
was fascinated with JB. I knew Mary had been
exposed therapeutically to young girls during her
training, so this wasn't anything new for her. Mary's
right hand and fingers slowly played with JB's bare
pussy, two fingers working inside her, Mary
enjoying it as much as JB was, as JB sucked on
Mary's closest bare breast. Peggy was going down
on Gail in the meantime, Gail literally grabbing the
sheets clenching both fists tight from passion as
Peggy did her oral magic on her, Gail also clenching
her teeth and trying to keep from crying out in
excess passion, clearly thinking this was part of her
kinetic check (it wasn't, it was freeplay) and that
she shouldn't show much if any response to Peggy's
clearly superior cunnilingus.

"Go ahead and enjoy it, Gail, Peggy is that good, we
all know it" I stage whispered to her, Gail bursting
out with an genuine "aaarrrggghhhh!!!!"  as she
came two or three times within seconds of each
other, Peggy smiling as her young minion went limp
underneath her.

Master Skipper LeRoy was different, as are all
pre-pubescent or even post-adolescent male
therapy models. I don't care what anyone else tells
you, I've been with hundreds of young boys as
therapy patients and many as therapy patients, and
even if they're seemingly completely comfortable in
most situations, they are -very- different from
therapy model girls of the same age, and you have
to treat them different, kinetically check them
different.

We had him do the usual stand and rotate for us, as
was the usual groping of him as he stood. Then
Emee bade him up on the bed, and I backed off for
a few minutes. She sucked him, had him give her
head, had him play with her boobs as he wished,
had him play with her pussy as he wished,
seemingly giving  -him-  control over a lot if not
most of the situation. That's the difference. With
girls, an adult, male or female, can pretty much
take and assume control of the situation; in fact, if
you don't, they won't respond as needed to a kinetic
check. But with young boys, you must present at
least the illusion of some choice and control.
Sucking his little cock until it reached its 3" to 4"
length, she lay flat and had him enter her, he
clearly enjoying that. Then, before he could have
his pre-pub' come (yes, a child, any child,
regardless of age, can and often do have orgasms,
sometimes fluid-emitting, often not), nodded for me
to come over. I still hadn't read his bio fully so I
had to wing it.

"Hi, Skipper."

"Hi Eric."

"Have you been through a kinetic bodycheck
before?"

"Yeah, a couple of times."

"Have you been with many adult males during
therapy sessions?" I continued as my hand lazily
found his still erect cock as we sat cross-legged on
the bed from each other.

"Uh, yeah; it's in my file; I don't know how many,
but yeah, lots."

"Anything about being with a man that you don't
like or are afraid of?"

"Aahhh, no, not really, not unless he has a really,
really big one, nope."

"Let's begin, shall we?"

First I lay back and had him masturbate me, to
check on his technique. Contrary to fantasy
speculation, a lot of times with an adult male
patient or couple all that's required of a boy therapy
model is some sexual touching and usually a little
oral giving. His eight-year-old hands were
practiced, and worked by cock expertly. I just lay
back for a moment and enjoyed it. Mary slid beside
me to watch the proceedings more closely, but
didn't interfere with my kinetic check of young
Skipper.

Then I had him suck me, which he did pretty well.
Mary seemed fascinated by this too, watching his
smallish mouth take my fairly large member as
deeply as he could. Peggy having sat back down at
the foot of the bed also watched with interest.

Nudging him off me, I lay beside him and took his
member in my mouth. Mary looked like she wanted
to join me, but didn't, knowing this was business
with him, not personal. Personal could and would
come later. He responded well to my mouth,
appropriately. Then slipping a latex finger cot on his
dick,  a standard condom of course being way too
big, I got on all four and had him enter me for a
couple of minutes, then he taking my place and I
entering him, his anus blossoming open well and
easy to the touch of my cock. Then it was over, but
not before both Mary and Peggy got a taste of his
young cock, and both let him play with their boobs
and pussies some as he wished. Ah, what a life,
what life.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I found the Goulds in their bedroom. They had
chosen one for themselves upstairs on the third
floor where Peggy's and Emily's was .

"The girls have chosen one across the hall from
you. By your file, we saw where you'd probably
want JB as your primary model and also a sleeping
partner for you and Mary."

"Is that okay with you folks?"

"Of course it is, Eric; we are a 'model family',
pardon the pun" David replied "with their room right
across the hall from yours, JB can just dart over and
see her sister as she likes, they are very close as
sisters."

"Yes, that's obvious" Mary replied as we sat down in
a couple of old ladderback chairs near the vanity
across from the bed in their room as they sat on the
edge of their bed.

"How is Skipper related to you?"

David shot me an unintended look that yelled
"haven't you read our damn files yet?!?"

"He's not. He was assigned to us shortly after we
became a therapy model family, and has been with
us ever since. He's an orphan, doesn't have any
living relatives at all. He's become almost like a son
to us. We've even talked about adopting him,
maybe sometime soon in the future. Oh, while we
enjoy doing recreational with our girls and often do
so, Janice and I both prefer Skipper, he's usually
our sleeping partner. Of course, anytime you and
Mary wish him as a sleeping partner for yourselves,
we are all at your disposal, including Skipper."

Yeah, like I didn't know that, but I didn't want to be
rude or call obvious dibs.

"Oh, Mary and I will enjoy Skipper occasionally, but
as you know I prefer younger ladies as our third,
though the longer I stay as a therapist the more
I've learned to enjoy young boys as well."

"As it should be" Janice replied with unusual
thoughtfulness and perspective.

"Well, we don't mean to be rude, but we're just
back from vacation and have already had to start
working on this Sunday, and have got a ton of
catching up to do before we all begin tomorrow;
Peggy usually let's everyone grab their own lunch,
but feel free to ask her if you'd like something
special fixed; she's her as your assistant as well as
ours, and she gives the very best head, by the way,
to both sexes."

"We found that out last week!" Janice smiled.

"Mary and I will be in the study next to our
bedroom if you need us; we're looking forward to
working with you; ciao!"

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=

We opened the door between our bedroom and the
office next to it, just in case anyone stuck their
head in looking for us, and began slogging through
all the paperwork. Then I heard my cellphone
faintly beep. Damn! I had left it in the kitchen, and
just knew it was Doc calling. Racing to our
brand-new courtesy of Doc recently installed while
we were on vacation small but functional elevator,
the damn thing was on the first floor and I couldn't
wait the sixty seconds for it to come up, I flew down
the stairs and grabbed the phone off the table. It
was Doc, and I had answered after over twenty or
more rings.

"I should scold you, Eric, I told you to keep the
phone with you at all times, but I won't; just do
better, keep it closer to you; busy now?"

"Nope, just got through kinetically checking the
Goulds and Skipper."

"Everything fine?"

"Sure, they're excellent; you always do know
exactly what I need, Doc."

"Couple of things, my boy. Have you been by the
office yet, and have you reviewed your patient files
yet?"

"No, and no."

"You need to do both today, ASAP."

"I know, I will."

"I think you'll love your new office. Peggy, by the
way, is going to be your new office assistant there
as well. The old receptionist will still be there, but
Peggy is to be your and Mary's constant companion,
constantly present assistant 24 hours a day. You
okay with that?"

"Sure Doc. She's very nice, not at all what she
seemed like the first time we met her, not shy or
reserved at all."

"Feel free to use her as a therapist or therapy model
too, Eric, if you think you need to, though with the
Goulds, with Janice and the girls . . . "

"I know. What about my patients?"

"All but two of your regular ones will be able to
make the transfer up to Rockport. You'll see my
notes to you in a letter to you in the files I sent,
and I've also sent you a copy of it in email."

"Email? Shit, Doc, I haven't checked my email in a
week, sorry!"

"It's okay, I told you to go on that vacation,
remember?"

"What about Emily?"

"Well, all that's in my notes to you too. As you
know, she's taking over the adult male section of
the practice from Peggy and from whats-her-name
that left; please review her files closely too, Eric;
keep in mind she's been working with kids with you
for the past two years and even though she wants
this transfer to the adult male clientele, she'll need
your support."

"She's a close friend as well as colleague, Doc, you
know I'll be there for her."

"I know. How's everything else, excited about this
new life you're creating for you and Mary?"

"You know I am. Mary and I found the perfect spot
to be married, found where want to be married at, a
lighthouse on a spit of land up the coast; you -are-
coming to my wedding, aren't you, Doc?"

"Eric. Eric."  he took several deep breaths then
exhaled what he wanted to say "you're like a son to
me, more than you know. Of course I'll be there."

Stunned silence on my part. He called me his "son".
Damn. I knew he felt close to me, liked me, but
damn, damn, damn, damn. I took a few deep
breaths of my own.

"You're like a second Dad to me too, Doc. I feel
closer to you than I do my own Dad."

"That probably because I fucked you in the ass
during your training literally under me, my boy!"
Doc joked, we both laughing from tension released.

Then silence for a couple of moments before I broke
it.

"Well, I do have a long day, need to get to these
files and go see the new place. Talk to you soon!"

My head was swimming from what Doc just told me,
swimming in nice ways. I still didn't know what to
make of it. I took the elevator back upstairs and
grabbed the Jeep Cherokee keys and pulled at Mary
to come with me as I pressed the buttons on the
new intercom system to find out where Peggy was
at, she being in the basement fiddling with
something with the boiler. "Meet me downstairs in a
couple of minutes, please" she asking but I not
telling her what I wanted. Hell,  -I-  didn't know
what I wanted.

Throwing her the keys, I told her I just wanted her
to drive us around Rockport some and show us
some more of her neat places.

She drove us around, she in the front seat me and
my love in the back, for about an hour, pointing out
this place and that place as a guide on a tour bus
would. Then she stopped and asked us to get out
and follow her. The signs on this side street near
our house clearly said "No Parking" but she didn't
care. She almost skipped skipping steps ahead of us
as she lead us into what looked like a large vacant
lot between two 1920's era old tract houses, a
vacant lot with a sturdy wrought iron fence around
it and several "No Trespassing" signs  wired to it,
and an old wrought iron park bench at the back of
it. I didn't want to get in trouble, but she replied
with her now customary aplomb that "she knew the
owner, so we wouldn't get in trouble."

The park bench at the back faced away from the
road, and I couldn't figure out why at first, not until
we walked up to it, at the  back edge of the empty
lot, and saw the most spectacular overview of
Rockport possible, including a view to the right of
the marshy part of the small yacht basin that we
had a view of from our house. Truly spectacular
view, if it was of downtown mostly. Still, with the
sea and marsh to the right and the hear of the city
to its left, a great view. Mary and I sat down on the
bench and cuddled close in the creeping fall chill
(Jes', it does get colder quicker in Maine than in
North Carolina!), Peggy sitting and cuddling close to
me on my opposite side. I didn't mind. Neither one
pried and asked me what was wrong, why I just
wanted to get out and see the city a bit. Good thing,
too, because I couldn't have told them.

"I just love this view!" I pronounce to no one in
particular, no one in particular answering me back,
either. Just blissful, peaceful, happy silence
between my love of my life, me, and our new friend.
We soaked the view up for a good half hour before
my stomach rumbled loudly and broke the mood,
both of my girls laughing at me when it did.

Back in the Jeep, Peg took us to a pizza place near
the office where acting as our assistant had set up
an account that billed the practice, one of several
she had done so at  places near the office, most of
whom also delivered. Mary got a small garbage
pizza and Peg and I shared a large sausage and
Canadian bacon with extra cheese one. And the
sweet tea was perfect, the best iced tea I'd had
outside of North Carolina. "C'mon, you two
procrastinators, time for your orientation!" Peggy
sweetly ordered as she hustled us out the door and
to the Jeep, driving us the few blocks over to our
newly remodeled office.

Fishing a badge on a strap from an envelope dug
out from under the front seat, she similarly gave us
similar photo ID badges like our old ones we used
to have at the old place, standard ones like all
PBI-trained therapists are issued. The new ones
read "Dr. Josewic & Associates, Rockport, ME" and
then our names and titles. My title read "Practice
Manager / Senior Therapist". Cool.

She also handed us the keys to the Jeep, showing
us which other key on the ring was for the front
door, back door, emergency side door exit, etc.
After turning both keyed locks at the front door, one
had just ten seconds to flash their badge in front of
an optical card reader three paces to the left of the
door, that or all hell would break loose. She
explained all the details about the security system,
which was as tight as the damn Pentagon. Nice.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The place itself I didn't recognize. A now much
smaller waiting area that had chairs and couches for
about ten to twelve people, but all new furniture,
real solid wood stuff. The windows around the
building all had been replaced by taller, narrower
ones with triple pane glass, and I could clearly see
the security wire between the panes. And the
windows had both vertical blinds and real, new
drapes made from thick imprinted fabric! Doc did
have good taste. The reception area was kind of
between an "L" and "U" shape, with two doors
leading apparently to two different corridors. "One
side is for adults, and one side is for child patients"
Peggy explained as if she needed to, the basic
design being similar to our old one at the old
Chatham Street place, the thick glass window at the
receptionist alcove being at a "L" to be able to see
both the front door and the reception area.

Flashing her badge at another card reader at the left
side door, the door automatically opened. Down the
hall the first room was a framed but doorless
playroom area for small children filled with
pre-age-8 or so toys  and then a smaller area within
with a door with a mostly glass front with a
non-locking lock on it and a TV, Ninetendo, Sony
Playstation, computer, and many other electronic
toys for older kids inside, a place where they could
escape any noisy younger neighbors while waiting.
 Across from that was an open small break room
area with a coin-less Coke machine, a fridge, a
microwave, and a wire rack similar to what was
used in therapy room filled with all kinds of snacks.
To the side of the breakroom was a unisex
bathroom with two toilets inside stalls, a male
urinal, two lavatories and a small shower. Across
from the eight foot wide or so hall next to the kids
playroom was a door marked "Private" with a card
reader next to it. Peggy flashed it and it opened
Sesame.

Inside, immediately to the right of that in a narrow
foyer was another door with another card reader,
which lead to the receptionist' desk and area, where
all the old paper files were also kept as well. A
security monitor rotated images of three views of
the reception area, one image each of each hallway,
and then a series of images from angles outside the
building, both facing it and facing away from it. In
the wake of 9/11 and the feverance of the New
Puritanism too, Doc wasn't taking any chances.
Back out in the tiny foyer, Peggy flashed the card
reader and the other woodstained unmarked door
opened up, she looking at Mary with a sheepish
"I'm sorry, Hon', but you'll have to wait out here."
 I gave Peggy a very stern, almost angry look.

"I'm; I'm sorry Eric, but you know the rules, you
know what Doc says; only you and your assistant
are supposed to have access to your office."

I thought for a moment, calming down, before
replying."

"I like you a lot, Peggy, and you're great as my
assistant, but I'm in charge, and if I want my future
wife to have access to my private office, she  -will-
 have access, or I will call Doc right now; I'm in
charge, not you, understand?" she looking almost
fearful as I motioned Mary to follow me in.

Inside was pretty much what I expected. A nice
desk, a nice standard computer networked to the
PBI system with a separate card reader that allowed
access to it, and a to the right of that a bank of
several color monitors that flashed all the images
from the security cameras that were also piped to
the receptionist, yes, but also another series of a
small wall of monitors that showed at least three
rotating angles in each therapy room plus the other
treatment rooms plus full audio for each.

"This, Mary, is what you weren't supposed to see,
what is kept secret from every therapist unless and
until they're made a manager, that as manager or
senior therapist you can sit back in your office and
monitor every single thing that goes in every single
therapy room. It's for the legal protection of the
practice, yourself, PBI, and the whole of the
bodywork politic. I thought you have a right to
know, as my wife. Peggy, Mary will have access
before tomorrow, or I will formally reprimand you;
understand?" she nodding her head yes. Then it also
hit me; there was no security measures at the
house, so I asked Peg about the lack of them, and
she replied that there were going to be installed
hopefully next week, that until I came along such
security measure weren't needed, gently poking me
in the ribs as we made our way down the hall.

Along the far wall, four therapy rooms, mine being
directly across from my office, each marked in turn
"Therapy Room #1" and then #2, etc.. My treatment
room did have the small luxuries of a full bathroom
with full-sized tub and shower whereas the other
treatment rooms only had half-baths and small
self-contained kitchenetee area within the small
"parlor" area as we liked to call it where patients
were counseled prior to going back to the exam and
then treatment areas, but other than those two
items was identical to the rest of them.

A gap of wall space down the hall from my office,
some acoustical "privacy space" I assumed, then, in
order, the "wetroom" which consisted of what
amounts to a large open bathroom with stark white
hospital-style tile floor to ceiling literally and three
commodes just out in the open next to each other
and a bidet along the same wall, plus two open
showers with multiple heads at different levels, a
physical therapy hydro tub beside them, and a large
tiled alcove space with different height seats built in
to the sides and a couple of garden hoses and small
fire hoses inside of cabinets to the side-front of the
space; then the BDSM room, kind of small and not
many accouterments such as whips and canes and
paddles and such and no St. Andrew's Cross, just a
couple of paddling benches plus a tilting rack and
some large iron eyes and hooks bolted in various
places into the walls and ceilings;  then the "group
room", a large open airy space with a large skylight
letting in sunlight from the flat roof above and lots
of pillows with stain-proof covers and what we
funnily called "fuckmats" something akin to
foam-filled vinyl-covered exercise mats piled atop
one another all over the floor, also a 60" TV with
VCR and DVD and nice stereo  beside it and another
small self-contained kitchenette along one wall, the
"group room" being used for what it sounds like, i.e.
women's masturbation classes,  large group therapy
sessions, things like that. Then I noticed a rack of
built-in and freestanding medical instruments
discretely hidden behind some folding screens, and
along the top of the ten-foot high walls some
seamless rolling-up-down backdrops like
photographers use. Doc had designed the room for
triple-duty as the group, photography, and
telemetry room . Smart.

At the end of the hall, a cardless double door lead to
the storage area where the usual racks of towels,
linens, gowns, gloves, Kotex, Tampax, Always,
bottles of lube, boxes of condoms and enemas and
douches and their ilk were stored. Walking past
another set of double doors with crash bars and
"Emergency Exit Only" warnings on it  middle way
of the back side of the back wall, Peggy explaining
that while Doc somehow had rushed all this through
Rockport City Inspections without a real set of
approved plans, that fire marshall had insisted on
taking the card readers off the doors to the storage
room and cutting in this emergency door or he
wouldn't give Dr. Mike/Doc Chaim their/our
occupancy permit to open so quickly in time.
Another cardless door on the opposite side lead to
the other hall, where the adult therapist rooms
were, all along the outside of the hall next to
exterior wall, a couple of small rooms for the janitor
and some of the HVAC equipment and a telephone
and communications closet being the only doors
along the inside hall, then back out to the waiting
room. Nice, very nice.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

"Pleased, Boss?" Peggy shot at me with that "boss"
shit as a non-insult insult.

"Yes, Peggy, Boss is pleased" I murmured as I
pulled Mary to me and we walked the few steps out
the door to the street and to the Jeep and home. It
was almost three o'clock and I still hadn't cracked
my files.

The damn cell phone beeped me. Thank God I
remembered to take it with me. Of course it was
Doc.

"Eric, have you looked over your schedule yet?"

"No, Doc, Peggy and Mary and I went out for a
while, got some pizza, Peg got us orientated to the
new office, thanks again for everything by the way I
really love it, and we are just now leaving to go
home."

"Well, I'm glad you liked it, I thought you would.
Anyway, I have solid booked for next week, solid
from 8 to 5, existing patients only, next week you
can start setting your own schedules again, but I
have a favor to ask of you."

"Uh-hu?" I lazily replied.

"I have an emergency case I need you to squeeze
in for me, if you think you can. If you say yes, I'll
fly them in tonight. Oh, this in the briefings you
haven't read yet, all patients unless otherwise we
notify you by the main office will be staying the
Parkstone downtown, which is normally only a five
minute drive from the office, and the hotel shuttle
will normally be able to bring them and pick them
back up, just letting you know."

"Thanks for telling me. Sure, you know I'll be glad
to squeeze your patient in. By the way, just letting
you know, I'm ordering Peggy to give Mary card
access to my inner office at the new office. Got a
problem with that?" like I gave a shit whether he
did or not.

Dead silence save cellphone crackling a bit from the
encryption chip for a minute then "I guess not, but
she is to be the only exception."

"I told Emily about the room monitoring and showed
her all the stuff years ago."

I could hear the steam coming from his eyes into
his cellphone. Dads and sons do disagree at times,
even in the best of times. "Okay, whatever, but
outside of your therapy partners and personal
assistants, you keep your mouth shut about the
room monitoring!" he fussed.

"Sure, no problem, Doc. What's the deal with Peggy
anyway? I like her and all, but obviously you have
more in mind for her than you've told me. She's
obviously been cleared to have access to
everything. What's the deal with her?" I asked Doc
in the open Jeep where she and Mary  both could
clearly hear me ask the question.

"She's to be your personal, -personal- assistant,
Eric; again, that's in the briefing folder that's
waiting for you at home. She is to have access to all
but the most confidential data of yours. And she is
to be with you and Mary basically 24 hours a day, to
serve your every need. We cleared her while you
were gone. She'll serve you well. She's yours and
Mary's for life, as long as you wish to have her. Call
her an early wedding present. Enjoy her!"

Damn, My, our own personal slave, and one would
that gave incredible head at that.

"Guess what, my fiancée' Dear? Doc says Peggy
here is to be our personal servant, no, voluntary
slave for life, as long as we want to keep her" I
kinda smirked as I closed the cover of the
flip-phone.

I swear Mary shot me a look that screamed "what
the fuck are you talking about? You've got to be
fucking crazy!"

"It's true, Mary. While you were on vacation, Doc
recruited me, asked me to serve Eric and you for
the rest of your lives, if you'll have me. Regardless,
I'm to be Eric's personal assistant for as long as
he's here, that and run the household for you and
the other therapists. All you have to do is say 'yes',
and I'm yours and Eric's for life, to do with as you
wish, to help you as you need, to be your true
personal servant and slave. Whaddya say, huh?"
she chirped as she made eye contact with us from
the rearview mirror, grinning like the proverbial
possum that's eaten one too many dead vultures.
No wonder she had been so damned happy.
Evidently this is what she had always wanted. Four
years as a bodyworker had taught me how to read
people like a book most of the time.

Mary and I looked deep into each other's eyes for a
moment, then smiled when it hit us that this was
for real.

"Sure, you're on, Peggy, as of now you're our
servant for life."

"Your slave, Eric, your slave. It's okay to say the
word; it's what I've wanted all of my life, to be
slave to my one true Master, and you're it!"

"Okay, slave, first thing, go tell the Goulds that Gail
can't have the bedroom across from ours. I want
you in that bedroom, move your things in this
afternoon. Put Gail in any other room."

"Yes Master. Anything else?"

"Mary?" I chirped.

"Do that first, s-l-a-v-e" Mary dragging the word out
for a bit of bit of humor "then come see me; you
have more of your delicious head to give me."

"Yes, Mistress."

"This is going to be a blast, My Husband, an
absolute blast!"

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++


Emily had her head buried in Marnie's and Peggy's
old patient files. Marnie was long gone, and Peggy
wouldn't be needing them anymore. Knowing Emily,
I knew that she would be happier with an adult
male clientele. Against everything in her file,
against all her personality trait tests and such, and
even against Doc's wishes, I had selfishly made her
my therapy partner those years ago simply because
she was one of the most stunningly physically
perfect females I'd ever run across, and simply
wanted to fuck her night and day. While more bi
than straight by nature, Emee did love men, I knew
she loved me, and knew she'd be happier doing
suck-and-fuck therapy regimens with adult guys
than having to mind-blank at times and just do her
job with kids because it was expected of her and not
because it's what she personally would have chosen
for herself. With her beauty and personality, I knew
from experience that since her client calendar was
already full it would just be a matter of time before
we'd have to get another female therapist to handle
Emily's overload.

Smiling at her and she back at me, I went over and
kissed her full on the lips, she hugging my neck as
her papers dropped off her lap.

"What was that for?" she asked with wide eyes.

"Because I love you so much, my dearest friend."

"I love you too" looking at Mary with a question
mark above her head and then speaking to her as
she broke her embrace of me "everything all right
with you two?" she even more quizzically inquired.

"Oh yeah, Emee, everything's beyond perfect. Meet
our new slave-for-life, Miss Peggy."

"Hu?" was Emee all could cough up.

"Well tell you later. We're going to head upstairs
and get to work; if you need us, yell."

Peggy brought our case files, schedule, and other
stuff from Doc up with us, just grinning like she had
a mouth full of barbed wire as the elevator eased its
way up. Mary pinched Peg's  nipple through her
blouse just for fun, Peggy beaming even more.

We sitting on the bed to spread all the dossiers and
case files and such out, Peggy excused herself to go
tell the Goulds that she was moving into Gail's
room. I didn't expect a problem, but David soon
appeared at my bedroom door, asking what was
going on. I told him that Peggy was moving in
across the hall, taking Gail's room. He asked why
twice more. He didn't need an answer. He was my
employee. I told him anyway.

"Because Peggy is our slave, and a slave should
sleep near her Master and Mistress" Dave's
expression changing to one of mild embarrassment,
he excusing himself.

As Dave and Janice helped their daughter move her
stuff, Gail stuck her head in and asked if she could
ask a favor of me. I told her sure. She asked that
since Peggy was moving into her old room, could
they turn Peg's old room into kind of a third floor
small living room? Would I buy them a nice TV and
stereo for it if I said yes? I said "of course" to all of
it, and just tell Peggy what she wanted TV and all
wise, and it would be done, she coming over the
kiss me on the cheek and hug my neck a little in
thanks.

"That girl wants to do some 'recreational' with you,
don't you know, Hon'?" my Mary asked as her eyes
didn't leave  the papers in front of her, speaking in
the slang of a grizzled old bodyworking veteran.

"Yeah, I know. I, eerrr, we will, soon, my love."


The files on the Goulds were interesting. Both Dave
and Janice were victims of childhood sexual abuse.
Nothing out of the ordinary there. But they were
also half brother and half sister, same mother
different fathers, Dave having gotten a forged ID
when he was 21 or so, just so he could "legally" in
quotes marry his half-sister Janice. You don't see
that every day, grant you.

Gail and JB were both their full blood kids, and
neither child had any abnormalities because of their
parents' close genetics. Dave had gotten a
vasectomy and Janice had her tubes tied both after
JB, though, because with two perfect children to
their credit they didn't want to take any more
chances. Dave was also a former defense
department contract engineer assigned to
Lockheed's skunk works plant for years as an
inspector of classified projects, and it was after he
was laid off that the thing with Janice happened and
they decided to become a family of therapy models.

Their psychological profiles were interesting. Both
showed strong personalities and high intelligence
but submissive streaks a proverbial mile wide. Then
it hit me. Of course, by nature a therapy models
have to be extremely submissive by nature. I'd
been working with them for four years and that
realization just then hit me, I guess because of
what just happened with Peggy. I know that skull of
mine can be kinda dense at times.

The "emergency work-in" case that Doc wanted me
to take was nothing unusual. I hate to say it that
way, but a lot of my cases are similar to it. A
twelve-year-old boy had been kidnapped and
brutalized for a week by a psycho before the psycho
was caught and killed and the boy rescued. The
rescue happened just two weeks ago. Doc had been
consulted for the evaluation, he being one of the
nation's leading recognized public experts in this
sort of thing (if the public only knew the rest of his
story, wouldn't they be surprised!), and Doc knew
that the sooner therapy could start, the better for
him, the patient. Mary and I would get to him the
next day ASAP, that next afternoon.

More boring stuff about Dr. Mike and the history of
the practice, Dr. Mike not having a clue on what to
do with bodyworkers and how to use them as a
component arm of a triad-therapy regimen (talking
therapy, drug therapy, body contact therapy) for sex
cases, and then the usual dossier copies of potential
patients I could pick to work with in the near to
medium term futures, once openings occurred in my
calendar (I and only a select handful of other true
senior-level therapists in other practices in different
states basically have free reign to pick and choose
our patients, and we each have our different
strengths and weaknesses and we know them,
that's we each have high "cure" rates), and that
was it.

Peggy stuck her head in the door with an "all done
Master, care to inspect?"

All she had done was move what little bit of
personal stuff in she owned, not much at all, but I
made my the five feet across the hall and looked in,
nodding my approval.

"Master approves?" I couldn't take it much longer.

"Peggy, I love you Dear, and I am your Master, but
please, no, let me make this an order, except during
power exchange times and/or the closed door
privacy of our bedroom, you are to call me 'Eric' not
'Master', is that understood?"

"Yes, Maaa, yes Eric."

"Now go see Mary. I think you have some head to
give her that she wanted."

"Yes, Maa, yes Eric."

Downstairs on the couch Emily had finished with
her work and was watching the Browns beat the
Patriots on TV. She did like football and most
sports.

"Hi Emm"

"Hi Eric" she replied without looking up at me as I
plopped down beside her. Two years of screwing her
on a daily basis in every conceivable situation and I
was still attracted to her. I loved her, was -in- love
with Mary, but make no mistake, unless we all
somehow became Seventh Day Adventists, I'd be
balling Emee until I was too old to do so.

"You know we have a whole family of therapy
models if we want to pick and choose a couple and
have some 'recreationals' with them."

"I know. I'm just; I don't know; tired, I guess."

"What's the problem, Emily? You can you can tell
me."

Silence. Even more silence for a good five minutes
as watched the Browns win on a field goal with less
then two minutes to go in the game. Then she
spake: "I love you, Eric. Peggy came down a while
ago that she was now your and Mary's slave for life.
Oh Eric, you gonna think I'm a silly female for
saying this, but that's what I wanted, to be your
slave. Well, not your slave-slave, but to be with you
for the rest of our lives. Not even as your wife, just
your woman, your friend. Why do you I think I took
a huge salary cut and chose an uncertain future,
because Maine's so damn pretty? No, Eric, it's
because I love, have loved you since the day I met
you, and while I knew you'd never ask me to marry
you, I was hoping we could be and stay more than
fuckbuddies, know what I mean, Pal?"

A tear ran down my cheek without me meaning it to
you. Then a couple more. Then a couple more. I
quietly sobbed into the nape of her neck as we held
each other close.

"I never knew you felt that way about me, Emee,
never, I swear."

"I know" she shot back with on-target but not angry
sarcasm "you are a guy, and guys are so fucking
clueless, and you're no exception. You are a guy, a
real guy, that's why I love you so much like I do."

I sucked it up enough quit my crying and look her
in the eye. Then, for the first time ever, I kissed
her, not as a fuckbuddy as she put it, but as her
lover. We kissed passionately, our tongues working
furiously, until the moment seemed right.

"I wasn't kidding about marrying you and Mary,
Eric."

"I know that now."

"I'd eat your and Mary's shit for the next lifetime if
it meant I could be close, close to you like I want to
be, like we just were then."

"That won't be necessary. You will be forever too, I
swear to you"

She looked at me with love in her eyes, real love.

"Hhhmmm?" as all she muster.

"Mary's the love of my life, I don't how to explain it,
or even if I can. I am -IN- love with her so much.
But I know now I'm -in- love with you too, My Love.
I'm befuddled right now. I do know that I don't have
to choose, so I won't. Mary won't care if you marry
us, she'll think it's a goof, but I'll tell her flat out
that it's not, that you and I are serious. As long as
you're content with Mary being wife number one,
then my love, will you marry me, marry Mary and
myself, be my, be our wife number two?"

"Of course, my husband, of course."

We kissed passionately for another five minutes
before Peggy bopped down the stairs with a "hey,
can I join in?"

"Maybe later, Peggy" I replied "by the way, Emily
here is going to be Wife #2, so you're going to have
to be her slave as well."

"Oh, Eric my Masss, my Eric, the way you two have
been making goo-goo eyes at each other ever since
I first saw you together, and the way you and her
made love when we all did, shoot, I knew this was
coming before you did. Sure, Emily, my Mistress
#2, your slave Peggy is here to serve you too.

"Then get over here and give some of that
incredible head of yours!" Emee gleed.

"Yes, Mis, yes Emily."

What an incredible past thirty-six hours. What and
incredible past thirty-six days. What an incredible
past thirty-six months. If things got any better
today, I'd have though this was a dream. Seeing
Peggy eagerly lapping at my soon-to-be Wife #2's
cunt and asshole as I paternally patted Peggy on
the head as she did reminded me that this was no
dream, it was my reality, and a damn good one at
that. But tomorrow was a work day and would be a
long one at that. Had to pay for all this good fortune
somehow, and my therapy practice was how. Work
is work. And love is love. Had to go tell my Love
And Wife #1 about how Emee and I truly felt about
each other, and that while she and I would be the
ones with the legal marriage certificate, Emily
would be wife to both of us in every way but legally.
I just hope she would take it well.

++++++++++++++++++++++

"Sure, Silly Husband, I knew you two were in love
from the moment I saw you two together at the old
place on Chatham Street that first visit. You're not
telling me a thing I didn't know."

"But; but how could you know when I didn't, not
until just an hour ago?"

"Because you're a man, silly, and men are totally
clueless, that's how."

"Yes, I've heard that before."

"Probably more than once" she getting a tiny bit of
slightly sarcastic lick in, that was okay, she
deserved to "we women just know these things,
especially when it concerns how our man feels
about other women. I'm beyond okay with it, really,
My Husband. I know you love me more than Emily,
more than your own life itself, and please know that
I do love you and am in love you with as much if
not more than you're in love with me" she
continued as she slid her dossier papers off the bed
 and scooted close to me as I sat on the edge of it
near her "I am right on that, aren't I, Eric?"

"Of course My Love, I love you more than my life
itself."

"The fact the you and Emily are in love too doesn't
change how you and I feel about each other. You
are to be my legal husband for the rest of my life,
Eric Woods, and that's all I care about. It's you,
silly."

We just hugged each other close and gently kissed
for a while.

"You are the perfect woman for me, Miss
Faison-Hewitt"

"And you are the perfect man for me, Mr. Woods.
Marry me."

"When?"

"This Thanksgiving."

"Still out at lighthouse we found? You know we'll
freeze our taa-taas off in the middle of a Maine
winter there."

"I don't care."

"Neither do I."

More hugs and smooches and kisses. Passions rose.

"I bet my husband right now is thinking about
fucking not just me, but probably about also
including one or two therapy models in our play,
too."

"Hu?, How? How did you know?"

"Because you're my husband, and I know you
because I know myself. Who do you want me to go
get for us? JB? Gail? Both?"

She was right of course, that's who I was thinking
about calling for a recreational, but dammit, Wife
#1 or not, I didn't want her to be smug in knowing
me as well as she apparently did.

"You're half-right; Gail, yes, but also Janice; I do
love mother-daughter scenes."

"Yes, I know you do. I've read your complete files,
remember?" she just grinned back at me.

Janice and Mary "prepped" Gail for me, making love
in a lesbian threesome as I watched and gently
masturbated myself for a moment. Wait. I had a
house full of therapy models to do anything I
wished. I called Skipper in and had him masturbate
me as he and I both watched the girls, all of us on
my bed, both of us interested but not extremely
turned on.  They continued making love to each
other for a while, then stopped for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing's wrong, Eric, Gail's just started her
period and I need to go get a towel and a Tampax,
that's all" my Mary replied.

Janice made a show of inserting the Tampax in her
daughter, teasing her with it like it was a small
dildo before finally working the applicator in and
then pulling out and flipping the cardboard tube
over her shoulder against the back wall before
diving down on her daughter's muff. That made me
hotter, and Mary could tell.

"Would Husband like to fuck Gail while she's
wearing a tampon, Hhhhmmm?"

"Yes, Husband would."

"Then wife suggests he do so."

I eased my way atop Gail like I had done earlier as
Mary and Janice worked at and played with getting
my cock in.

"Ever done it with a tampon in, Gail?" I had to ask,
she nodding "no" "it's no biggie, it just feels fuller
to you, that's all, just relax and enjoy; I know
you're small, I'll take it easy."

She relaxed more under me as I held her close and
made slow, soft, easy love to her. God, she felt so
good under me. Mary was sucking one of her
breasts and her Mom the other as I fucked her.
Skipper just watched with plainface the proceedings
before him.

"Honey, I know you've done this bunches of times
before, but just think about it: you're fucking a
beautiful and sexy 13-year-old girl who's just
started her period and has a tampon inside her; her
blood is on your cock, and your wife is getting ready
to lick her husband's lover's menstrual blood off of
her husband's cock; just think about that, My Love."

I did, and had to do everything I could to keep from
having a Screaming-Jesus orgasm right then which
would have killed even  -my-  erection for a good
hour. God, Mary so far beyond perfect for me.

I couldn't help myself. The combination of Gail, her
Mom, Mary and more importantly Mary's words to
me did me in a few minutes later, I coming one of
the biggest orgasms I'd had in some time.

As Mary licked Gail's period blood off my cock,
Janice went into a sixty-nine with her daughter
right besides us, my cock protesting it wanted to
get back up and rejoin the action but my mental
libido telling it to wait a short while.

"Thank you, my perfect wife, thank you!" I
whispered to her as we kissed, her tongue slipping
me some of Gail's womanly red essence between
my lips.

"You're welcome, my husband, you're welcome!"

That night Emily came to my, no, our bed, never to
leave or be anywhere but near me ever again. And
from that moment on no pre-pubescent young thing
would ever spend the entire night in my marriage
bed ever again with us,  except as comfort from the
frightening storms of the world outside.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The first moment of the first day of the rest of our
personal and professional lives started off
eventfully, as you might guess it would. I awoke to
an erotic dream of having my cock sucked
wonderfully, only to find a naked Peggy strode atop
me  her mouth and wonderful tongue giving me a
6AM wake-up call that I hadn't asked for, wanting
to get up no earlier than 7-ish.  But she was  -so-
 sweet.

"Time for my Master to rise and shine" I shooting
her look of mild disapproval of the term "Master"
but she shrugging her shoulders like she didn't
care, mumbling something about that I had told her
she could address me as "Master" in my bedroom
"you gonna get your wives up, or do you want me
to?"

"You may have the honors, my Peggy; I got to go
pee and take a shower anyway."

That was the one sucky thing about the second and
third floors; with all the therapists and others that
were supposed to reside there, there was only one
full bathroom on the second and third floors
respectively and no half baths, and only a half bath
off near the kitchen on the first floor. I made a
mental note to get Peggy to get a plumber out and
see about putting in at least one more half bath on
floors numbers two and three, I really wanted my
own full master bath off the bedroom but knew
there wasn't room, shoot we barely had even a tad
of closet space for our combined stuff. The Gould
family of therapy models upstairs at minimum
needed another half bath, even if there wasn't room
on any lower floors for more.

The hot water pulsating from the Shower Massage
felt good to my slightly tense and aching shoulders.
My mind wandered a bit before being refocused by
the loves of my life, yelling at me simultaneously to
hurry up and "not take all the hot water, either".
Hadn't even had the public ceremony yet and
already it was beginning to feel like we all were
really married. Damn, that's another thing I'm sure
was needed, might as well have the plumber go
ahead and install new hot large water heaters on
each floor, lots of hot water would be used from
now on for sure. Details, fucking details. It's my
job.

It was 6:30AM by the time I took the elevator down
to the tiny in-cut alcove off the main hall between
the living room and dining room and kitchen. Peggy
was dressed in a robe ("you don't fry bacon naked,
Silly Master!" she protested when I commented on
it) and busily fixing breakfast for all. Skipper and
the girls made their way down shortly after that, the
knowing where the cereals and such were, not
bothering Peggy by asking.

"You gonna need me today, Mr. Eric?" JB asked with
innocent smile.

"Uh-hu; you'll be with me and Mary most days most
of the time from now on, Sweetie; you and Skipper
a lot of times."

"What about me, Eric?" Gail asked.

"You'll probably be participating in therapy oh, three
or four times per week, Darling; if you'd like to do
more, I'll ask Emily if she could use you some with
her adult male clients."

"That'd be nice, thanks."

"How'ya feeling this morning?" she naked except for
panties holding a pad in place.

"Oh, crampy a little, I usually am the first couple of
days, I'll be fine; can you and I be together later?
Sex usually helps them."

"We'll see. If not, remember, Peggy gives great
head, and all you have to do is ask" Gail surprising
me by blushing just a little.

The wives came down a few minutes before seven
already dressed and ready to go, papers in leather
portfolios and in hand. David and Janice followed
shortly behind, right at seven, they evidently being
the last to have access to the bathroom and the
shower, being dressed as well.

"I am going to have Peggy send a plumber out
today to see about installing at least one more half
bath per floor;"

"Yeah!" came a universal response from almost
everyone milling around the small breakfast nook
table in the kitchen.

Emily handed David, the father of the Gould brood,
a simple box-like weekly calendar showing what
days and times Mary and I would need JB and
others and also who and when she anticipated
needing for the week. The point of doing this was so
that David and Janice could coordinate
home-schooling of their daughters and of Skipper
too. This was the only practical way of handling this
difficult but necessary task. Hell, I had been given
everything I asked for up till now and thought about
asking Doc for a tutor for them, shoot a virtual
one-room school house had been planned for the
new place down in Raleigh to handle all the
school-age therapy models that would be in
residence there, but then thought better of it,
considering how light the therapy model workload
for the parents would be, at least for the immediate
future. If Dave and Janice started to be used more
in therapy, then I'd see about getting the kids an
in-home tutor so their school work wouldn't be
interrupted.  I do get paid to manage the bodywork
practice from a financial point of view as well as
help heal my patients.

We moved to the dining room for more room as
Peggy set everything out and we wolfed it all down,
knowing that our first patients would be arriving
within the hour, me and the kids running back up
stairs to quickly get dressed.

Emee, Mary and I and JB and Peggy taking the Jeep
over to the office, parking in the ample but
claustrophobic parking lot behind it, we found an
anxious and irritated Joyce the receptionist taping
her foot with impatience, waiting for us to let her
in. As good and detail oriented as Peggy was, she
had forgotten to take Joyce's new employee card
and new door keys by to her over the weekend, but
considering the whirlwind we all had been through
recently I had to give her that one. Only five
minutes before eight AM, five minutes before our
first patient, a male patient for Emily, was due to
arrive and we still hadn't even gotten inside. As we
opened the door and Peggy slapped her card on the
card reader to the side of  the inside wall to
deactivate the alarm system, an older model
Cadillac with an older gentleman pulled up to an
on-street parking spot in front of the building.
Emily's, our, first patient. Our new lives starting.

Back in my office, I looked over the printout in the
printer hopper from the monitoring systems for the
past 24 hours, showing every alarm code, every
door opening, every access of every file on every
local and networked disk, basically every ant that
moved within the walls and within the outside
perimeter, the system picked up on and logged it
and spit it out to me each morning. Nothing
unusual.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Our first patient, a young girl I had been treating
for three weeks on an intensive basis, was due to
arrive at 8:30. Mary wasn't saying much, was
nervous but I remember how nervous if not
downright scared I had been for my first patient for
my first day. And just like Connie had done to and
for me and every manager or senior therapist does
for every newbie's first case, fiancée' or not, I had
chosen a patient who would test the limits of my
love's temper, patience, commitment to the
principles of polykinetic bodywork practice, and
absorption of practices and principles during her
training at the main complex in Roslyn.

Chi-Chi was a precious and downright darling
ten-year-old. A 10-year-old who had been brutally
abused by her mother for years, sexually and other
ways too, as is so often the case. Eyes that could
melt the hardest of hearts, combined with a past
that was more like a chamber of horrors than a
childhood. As grim as her life had been, as much as
I hate to admit it, a lot of our patients had been
through worse. That's why we're here, to treat
them, to help them get better.

"Mr. Woods, your first patient is here" Joyce buzzed
on the phone-intercom.

"Ready, my love?"

"Ready as I'll ever be, Boss" she teasing me with
that boss-shit again like Peggy did the other day.

"Have her come to the dayroom; we'll be there
shortly to get her"  I buzzed Joyce back.

Her female court-appointed guardian and foster
mom, a rather large but nice black lady even
though Chi-Chi was Caucasian, gave me a polite
hug as Mary and I entered the room to retrieve our
charge.

"I see you made the trip up from North Carolina
okay" I bantered.

"Yeah, and the Parkstone is a much nicer hotel than
the Crabtree Hilton, let me tell you, and a lot close
drive to the office, hallelujah!"  she smiled and we
all laughed.

"Get you whatever you want from the breakroom,
Joyce brought donuts though they're not Krispy
Kreme, and we'll bring her out in about an hour and
half."

"See you then, Darling" Nadia giving her foster
daughter a kiss on the cheek as she left.

I knew this was going to rough on Mary, but just so
many other things about bodyworking, it's been
tried and found true enough to where everyone has
to go through it.

I had Mary POP (do the "Principle Of Possession"
ritual as described in earlier chapters) her first,
then I, then we eased in to the treatment room
from the exam room.

"Where's Emily?" Chi-Chi meekly asked.

"Emily's here, she just had other patients to see
today; Mary's going to be my new therapist partner
from now on."

"Hi Chi-Chi, how you doin' ?" Mary asked smiling at
she touched her on the shoulder as we all stood
naked near the bed but Chi' looked away from her,
Mary looking back at me with concern, I shaking my
head "no", silently telling her to get on with the
prescription, with the Rx, it's the only way to help
heal her. I put an X-rated lesbian DVD in and let in
begin its whine as I motioned for Chi' to get on the
bed with us.

Leaning back against the wall, holding her close to
me in my arms, my nose nuzzled her as my arms
wrapped around her, murmuring "Chi', you know we
gotta do this, and why."

"I know, Mr. Eric, I just wish Emily was here, she
was nice."

"Tell you what. If you don't think Mary's every bit
as nice by the end of the session, next time I'll
have Emily here instead, how's that? Deal?"

"Deal! she smiled back at me as my hands lazily
rubbed the nubs of her tiny tits.

Time for truth about Mary. "Let's begin, shall we,
then?"

Chi-Chi knew the script, having been through it
several times with Emm and I, but it was Mary's
first time. Having her stand before her near the
edge of the bed, Mary open-palm slapped Chi' with
a scripted "bad girl! I thought I told you not to go to
that boy's house! Bad girl!" followed by another slap
from her other hand. Then a flurry of slaps to her
face and chest as Chi' tried to cover her face with
her arms and hands but to no avail, Mary striking
firm blows upon her as she let out a string of
scripted obscenities that would make proverbial
sailor blush.

"Fucking little whore, I thought I told you to stay
away from that boy!" seeee-laappp!!!

"GD tramp, how dare you wear that skimpy top in
public!" another hard slap.

"Little cunt, I ought to whip your ass right now, I
told you to clean those dishes yesterday, little
fucking cunt whore!" Mary raining down more
scripted slaps and profanities upon her first patient
as Chi-Chi hit the floor with a genuineness of
wanting to get away from the physical "punishment"
she knew was a necessary part of therapy but still
the slaps and words hurt and she wanted to get
really get away, but Mary pulled her up on to the
bed and across her lap and began flaying away with
her bare hand on Chi's bare bottom, the hurtful
words also still coming per Rx. I studied Mary's
eyes. She wasn't repulsed by what she was doing,
neither was she turned-on. Good. Professional
detachment. Just what needed to be seen.

Her spanking of her patient continued for another
ten or fifteen minutes before Mary's hand and arms
finally wore down some.

"Eat my cunt, you little whore!"

As Mary leaned back, she pulled Chi-Chi by her hair
into between her legs and onto her cunt, Chi'
starting her lapping of her cunt and clit. They both
seemingly relaxed after a few minutes of this, but
the prescription called for at least forty-five minutes
of this roll play. I taped Mary on the shoulder to
remind her.

"Fucking little bitch, get up and let me eat your
pussy, my littlest whore!"

Mary started slapping at Chi-Chi's breast buds as
she ate her. Good, Keeping the tension up. She
slapped them hard enough to leave finger marks.
Down below, her eating of her continued at a steady
but driving pace. Then, unscripted, Mary took her
right hand and began pinching Chi's open pussy,
making her almost scream, keeping the tension
level high still. Perfect. A few minutes of that, and
then the clock showed nine-fifteen. Time to wind
down and have some fun.

Mary didn't apologize to her patient as she got off of
her, something I expected her to do and was
prepared to reprimand her for if she did. This was
therapy, not real-life, and was for Chi-Chi's
long-term benefit. Instead, she hugged her close to
her as we lay on the bed together, with a "you were
the perfect patient today, you know that? And you
do give great head, Chi-Chi. Want to give your new
therapist some more? She'd enjoy it!"

Perfect. Beyond perfect. Like she had been doing
this for years. One of the guiding principles of being
a bodyworker is that unless the Rx specifically
prohibits a certain kind of sexual contact between
therapist and patient, not only is it permissible for
the therapist to release their own sexual tension
with their patient, but it's stated in "The Manual"
that you're expected to do so. To do anything less
would create huge amounts of stress in the
therapist, and lead to early career burnout as in
months not years. And doing so has been shown
time and again to be beneficial to the patient as
well, because it creates an atmosphere of trust and
bonding between the two, something that is used in
future therapy sessions to help heal. And of course
it's understood that the patient can also ask their
therapist for any kind of sexual contact, and again
unless it's prohibited in their Rx, the therapist is
obliged but not required to help them, though I've
never known of a therapist refusing a patient's
request, unless it's a question of time remaining or
other practicalities.

"Sure, uhhmmm"

"Mary"

"Sure Mary, I'd love to!"

Mary leaned back on the pillows propped against
the headboard where just moments before hurtful
scenes from Chi-Chi's past had been played out in
order to exorcised them and now it was time for
some fun and bonding.

Mary leaned back and half-closed her eyes as
Chi-Chi moved to between her legs and gently at
her clit. "Put a couple of fingers inside me, Hon' ",
Chi' not needing any encouragement. I played with
Mary's boobs with my right hand as our young
patient continued her easy head and frig of my love,
Mary just relaxing and enjoying it.

"That's very nice, Chi-Chi!"

"Thanks Mary! You taste good, too" we all giggling a
little at that remark.

"Would you like to do anything for you, Dear?"

"Could you touch me some 'down there', please
Mary?"

"Sure".

The two of them traded places as Chi-Chi lay back
and Mary moved to be beside her, her hand parting
her thighs and a single finger working its way inside
her. In a nice slow in-out frig, Mary kissed her on
the lips, and to my surprise Chi' kissed her back. I
say surprise because she had never done that with
Emily during Emm's and mine therapy sessions with
her prior. They kissed as patient and therapist, then
as friends. Only fifteen minutes to go. I wanted a
little fun for myself.

"Hey, kiddo, what about your old Eric here? Did you
forget about him?"

"Nnnooooo!!" came back a lightly sarcastic but
light-hearted reply.

"C'mere, Chi', old Eric wants to kiss you too."

I  kissed her full on the lips and she kissed me fully
back. My hands roughly but not too roughly
massaged her pre-teen chest buds. Her hand found
my erect cock. She knew what I liked from previous
therapy sessions.

Getting on all fours and facing me, I cradled her
head in my hands and she opened her mouth for my
cock, the head and an inch or two of the shaft
slipping inside but not much more, I didn't want to
gag her. Mary moved around to play and lick her
pussy some as my mouthfuck of our patient
continued. Her eyes met mine and she smiled. I
smiled back while not losing my rhythm. Eight
minutes left. Pulling my cock out from her mouth., I
cradled her face still with my left hand while my
right hand began a furious jacking off of my cock.
Mary stopped what she was doing to come closer
and watch. I can pretty much come at will, or not
all, one a day or a hundred a day, my natural libido
combined with the hormonal effects of the
MascuStat male birth control pills I had been made
to take daily for the past four years pretty much
guarantees an unlimited capacity for sex and
orgasms. My jism hit her face within a minute or so,
she rising to her knees while Mary moved in to lick
it off her face. God, this is a great job most of the
time. Not all of the time, but definitely most of the
time. Three minutes to go. Time to quickly get
dressed, as our lab coats and halffrocks and all
allowed us to do.

"If it's okay, Eric, I'd like Mary to be with us next
time, not Emily."

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Our next patient was Lita, a 27-year-old former
stock broker whom at the age of 27 had already
gone through two husbands and was getting ready
to lose a third, all because (she said and extensive
physical and psychological testing backed up) while
seemingly libidinous out of bed, once she was
actually in bed, she just went dead emotionally and
physically, wasn't repulsed by sex but could also
care less about having it then or not. I had picked
this case out of my usual stack of choices I can
make or not because it seemed like such a
challenge to me, and I do like challenges, it feeds
my ego when I meet them I admit.

Lita was nice-looking but no great beauty, average
height and weight, average 34C slightly sagging and
off-center and slightly different sized breasts, and a
pronounced somewhat flappy labia. As easily as
Emily can usually get a reaction from almost any
adult woman,  Lita was equally a dead fish with her
as she was with me. After three months of
twice-weekly sessions I was going to give this
week, well maybe the next too but no more, then
admit defeat if I had to.

Thinking along the lines that two new fresh faces
might help some, of course she'd be seeing Mary
with me instead of Emily and I also had Janice, our
adult female therapy model, in the session as well.
When Mary and I did the "POP" ritual of face and
neck massage and light kisses followed by a chest
and back massage before putting her up in the
stirrups and doing a quick speculum exam and then
a G-spot "expression, Mary's keen eye caught what
she thought might be a herpes or other genital wart
sitting right atop the crown of her cervix. I brought
a lighted speculum over and took a closer look at it,
but it was just a tiny vaginal barrel "bump" for lack
of a better term, lots of women have then inside
their vaginas and the OB/GYN's never mention them
because they're just the equivalent of a tiny bump
that we all get from time to time on our face or
arms or hands or such. Still, it was a good call by
Mary, since despite incredibly extensive screening
procedures it  -is-  the modern day and age and
STD's are so rampant (and yes, quite a few
potential candidates are turned down for
bodyworking therapy because of the presence of
herpes or hepatitis or AIDS or genital warts or
whatever in their systems) and since we do all work
"bareback" most of the time, we can never take
even the slightest chance of getting an infection,
we'd be out of a career if we did. Though, just
thinking aloud, I have often thought about why Doc
hadn't set up a "mirror corps" of at least some
bodyworkers who do have herpes simplex to treat
the millions of potential patients who need our help
who also suffer from herpes. I might have to
mention that to Doc sometime soon. Anyway, I
knew from experience that the bump on Lita's
cervix was harmless, so we went into the treatment
bedroom.

"Eric, Honey?"

Oh shit. When she says  "honey"  to me in that
honey-tone of voice, something's up her sleeve.

"Yes, Dear?"

"I have an idea that might help Lita, but for it to
possibly work, you're going to need to give us girls
fifteen minutes by ourselves. Trust me?"

Sure, but Lita was only her second patient ever and
 she was making a protocol treatment call on the fly
like she had been doing it for years. But Lita's case
was almost hopeless anyway, what harm could it
do?

"Yes, I trust you. What do you have in mind?" I
continued as we all scooted on the bed.

"Just trust me. Fifteen minutes, then come back,
'K?"

I went back to my office to monitor the activity in
the room. She couldn't have forgotten that every
room is heavily laden with hidden video cameras
and microphones that I can monitor from my
secured office. I had made a point of showing her
that.

She turned on the stereo in the living room for
some background noise, then had Janice the
therapy model lay beside Lita on one side and she
lay beside her patient on the other, head propped
up on her elbow, and the three of them began
chatting. Just chatting. I couldn't quite make out
but the odd word or two, but within a minute Lita
burst out laughing at something which made Mary
and Janice also laugh along with her. Then Mary
whispered something else to Lita, and they all
laughed together again Then Janice made a
comment, the only words I could pick up despite
adjusting the audio controls all over the place was
"and then he looked at me and" and the garbled
words for a moment and then "please tell me that
all men aren't" before they all burst out with even
more laugh-track additions. Lita would say
something and they'd laugh, then Mary or Janice,
then laughs upon laughs going into guffaws.
Whatever Mary was doing I couldn't figure out.
Fifteen then twenty minutes passed. Lita only had
the customary fifty minute-hour session.

Making my way back to the room they stopped their
whisperings and giggleshits when they saw me
before looking at each other for a moment, smiling
then grinning at each other, then bursting out with
pure-ass hee-haws as they lay on the bed together.
Mary could see I was a little pissed. Not much, but
a little.

"It's okay, Dear, we weren't talking about you!"

"Really, Eric, we weren't" Lita added as her snicker
finished.

"Seriously, Eric, we were talking about Lita's
ex-husbands, seriously!, weren't we, girls?" Janice
added.

I didn't believe them but that was my tiny bit of
insecurity, not theirs. I smiled at the three of them
as I hope on the bed with them. We only had 20
minutes or so left.

"C'mon, time's passing and we have therapy to do.
Lita, if you please."

Lita started sucking my cock. It didn't want to rise
on command like it usually does. I was still a little
miffed, at what I'm not sure.

"C'mere, Dear, let your wife-y take care of you"
Mary whispered she joined Lita's suck of me, the old
guy finally rising to the occasion.

I entered Lita from the side, my chest to her back,
as Mary played with her from the front and Janice
added her touches where she could. Lita's pussy did
feel a little less tense, a lot more lubricated, and
some extra warm to it as we fucked, more than any
other time previous with her. I  also felt a couple of
nice involuntary PC muscle contractions. Just a
couple, but that was progress. I didn't feel like
coming, so I didn't, just pulled out and had Janice
lick me clean a little as the other two watched.

"Gotta run back to the house" Janice said as she got
dressed first, I knowing she had homeschooling to
do with the kids.

Our next patient was another hard case, chosen
especially for Mary's first day. A sweet, perfect little
four and one-half year old, Missy, and her mother,
Renee'. Missy had been brutalized so terribly by her
father who was now Renee's ex-husband and
current jailbird on the charges of rape of a minor
under ten, so destroyed physically inside, that two
years ago she had to have her uterus and ovaries
and all removed and four operations on what was
left of her vagina to try to have it rebuilt so she
could have at least some sex life when she grew up,
though she'd have to have hormone shots later in
life to have any libido at all. It's cases like this one
that are at the fringe of what PBI/bodyworking can
and is supposed to do. Still, the consensus was that
bodyworking therapy needed to begin happening
now, as her brain was shifting from the fog of
infancy to the increased cognizance of a toddler.
Cases like hers truly broke my heart, and I every
time I've done therapy with someone like Missy it
just rips my guts out so who knows how it would
affect Mary, which was the entire point.

Renee' brought her daughter in to the exam room
part of the three-area treatment room suite and
helped take her daughter's clothes off. By "Manual
Of Therapeutic Bodywork" consensus, a lot of which
I had helped re-write and modify in my short four
years, there's little point in doing a "POP" ritual on
anyone under age seven, unless they show unusual
awareness and intelligence. Then Renee' got
undressed and we POP'd her even though she may
or may not  become part of the therapy process, as
we decide moment-by-moment during therapy.

As we four walked back, Mary whispered to me
"Eric, do I have to do this?" even though she knew
she did,  having read her case file on Sunday.

"Yes, my love, you know you have to do this" I
replied as Missy and her Mom got on the bed,
waiting for us as I motioned for Mary to come back
to front parlor area of the treatment room for a
moment.

"But Eric."

"There is no 'but Eric" to do it, my love. This is what
a bodyworker does. He or she heals. That little
patient in there needs your help. She needs to have
help heal her. A little bit today, a little bit next
time, until it adds up and if she isn't healed
completely eventually then she'll at least be healed
more than she would have without any treatment at
all."

"Eric, I can't."

"Then pack your shit and get the hell out of my life,
beee-iittchhh!"

Of course I didn't mean it, but sometimes a little
shock therapy is needed to refocus someone.

"Whaaa?; what did you just say to me, Eric?"

"Nothin', Dear, except we have a patient in there
who needs us. Let's go."

"I . . . I don't know what to do!"

"Yes you do. You read her file. Whatever you think
would sexually please you with her, you do to her,
have her do to do you. That's what I'm going to do.
It's what  -must-  be done, Mary. Must be done."

Both Missy an Renee' were sitting nude on the edge
of the bed, waiting for us when we came back in.
Mary sat down beside our tiny patient with a "Hi
Missy, I'm Mary."

"Hi Mary!" she cooed back.

"We're going to play some now, okay?"

"Sure Mary, whatcha wanna play?" she said with
wide eyes that hid so much pain past in her short
life.

"Let's play kisses and touches. I'm going to kiss and
touch you in places, then you can kiss and touch
me in places you want" Missy just doing a little girl
giggle at that.

Stroking her thin sandy blond hair, Mary kissed her
on top of the forehead as she held her close to her,
then her cheeks, then on her mouth, pulling her
close to her, putting her small hand on her heaving
breast as she did. Then she moved down and
spreading her chubby little legs dove on her
pudenda, scars of reconstruction still being evident
from earlier surgeries, as I moved to sit close to
Renee', she just smiling at me as I did. This was
our tenth or so therapy session together and she
was comfortable with me by now.

Mary sucked her patient's tiny pussy until she
began to giggle as Mary licked the inside of her
slightly pudgy little thighs. Mary smiled and cooed
back at her as her kissing of her thighs continued.
Then she pulled her up with a "your turn, Dear."

Missy had played with Emily and her Mom some too
in earlier sessions and knew what she liked. She
grabbed and pulled on Mary's own pert nipples,
much to the surprise of Mary, but I knew Mary
enjoyed mild pain and wasn't bothered by it, Missy
giggling as she did. Mary lay back and encouraged
Missy to get between her legs. Renee' looked at me
and I nodded "yes".

As Missy tried to suck Mary's clit, her Mom got
behind her and began to dilate her daughter's
vagina with her finger, finally working it in about
halfway after a few minutes. Mary saw what she
was doing and flipped around, flipping Missy on her
back and took Renee's place. As Mary frigged her
little patient I could see a look of rising passion in
her eyes. Good. A therapist is never supposed  -not-
 to be "selfishly unselfish" unless the Rx prohibits
it. Mary was clearly enjoying frigging Missy. Turning
to one side to look at me, Mary huskered "God, Eric,
you were right, this is sssoooo hot, and I'm helping
Missy too, right?"

"Yes Mary, you are."

Renee' and I both were enjoying watching. My hard
begged for contact.

"On all fours, Renee', so we can both watch."

Fucking Renee' for a few moments from behind, I
could see Mary having a small orgasm from the
touching of our patient alone, Missy also clearly
enjoying. My turn.

Leaving Renee' and waddling up the bed a bit, a I
had Mary lay beside Missy as Renee' helped guide
my cock to the minuscule entrance and after a bit of
lube and a lot of patience managed to get most the
head of my cock inside her. I knew that any more
wouldn't fit and if pushed would probably rip healed
stitches  holding thin four-year-old skin and do God
knows what. Missy always enjoyed having the head
of cock in her like that, she never showed any
outward signs of discomfort, ever, but I knew her
undeveloped anatomy prevented me from going
deeper or doing more. Mary was still hot from her
frigging of our patient.

"Eric, fuck me now, dammit!" she barked.

I flipped her on all fours and just banged away. She
was so wet  from her therapy of Missy that I could
hardly feel her vaginal walls. Renee' scooted beside
me and rested an arm on my shoulder as Missy got
closer too for a better look of me fucking my Mary.

"Harder, dammit, I want to come!"

I grabbed her waist and pulled her tight to me,
ramming it in as hard and fast as I possibly could.
Then the old knee pinged a little.

"Sit up and take my come, Mary!" I barked back as
she did and I mouth-fucked for a moment before
coming, she swallowing most but not all my come,
both Renee' and Missy licking the dribbles off her
cheeks and chin, the three of them giggling a little
and then exchanging kisses for a moment. Eleven
fifty-five. Time for lunch.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

In the breakroom, Emily looked a little out of it. I
put my arm around her shoulder and asked what
was wrong but she blew me off, mumbling a little
something about it was just going to take a bit of
getting used to doing guys all day long again, she
staring away from me as she talked.

Peggy had taken everyone's lunch preference orders
for the week the day before and had the sandwiches
and such delivered from the "Northern Lights Deli"
down on Regulator Street. At least we did have our
food and restaurant charge accounts back among
many other things, thanks to Doc.

As we ate our sandwiches around the small
formica-topped kitchen table and wire-back
kitchenette chairs, Peggy eating her lobster rolls, it
was Maine after all and a lobster roll in Maine is like
the equivalent of pork barbecue in North Carolina,
Dr. Mike came into our quiet lunch.

"Mary, Emily, come with me, it's time."

"What the hell are you talking about, Dr. Mike?!?" I
shot back.

"It's time for my; my, uhhhh, my 'perks'."

"The hell it is, Mike. You obviously don't know  'the
rules', do you?

"No, Eric, it's you who don't know the rules."

"All he wants is a quick blow-job, Mas', I mean Eric;
let me go take care of him."

"No, you won't Peggy, you're going to stay right
here, that's an order."

"I could have you fired right now, Eric! Don't
interfere! Mary, Emily, let's go to Eric's treatment
room."

Now he was trying to be a total shit.

"Peggy, go get my cellphone, please, it's in my
office. We'll call Dr. Chaim and settle this right
now."

"Yes, let's do that!" Dr. Mike angrily hissed at me.


He and I walked into my office and I hit the
speedial for Doc. No answer. I could tell Dr. Mike
was calming down some. Maybe he would be more
rational now.

"Dr. Mike, have a seat in my chair for a moment,
and let me talk. You just listen for a moment, then
you can say anything you want in response. Yes, it
is a nice benefit to running a therapy practice with a
bodywork component to it that you can have sex
with therapists and therapy models, basically as
you wish; we all know that's part of 'the deal'."

"But I used to have sex with Marnie and Peggy
whenever I wish."

"Be quiet and listen, please. And yes, you can have
sex with any bodyworking employee, even me if
you wished to" he shaking his head "no" and trying
to keep from smiling at that quip "but you gotta go
by the rules. The first objective is helping your, our,
patients, correct?"

"Yes."

"That means we have to focus our attention on
them first. That why we review their case files so
carefully before we ever do any contact therapy
with them, and that's why we schedule like we do,
so that we balance the easy cases out with the
harder cases; easy case, hard case, on and on,
more or less like that."

"I understand all that. But it is my right . . . "

"It is your duty also not to interfere with my
balancing of the schedule. You tell me more or less
when you want to see someone or someones, and
within reason I'll work you into the schedule, just
like I would a patient. And by the way, lunch time is
always offlimits."

"But I used to fuck Peggy and Marnie at lunch!"

"That was then, when you didn't have a world-class
practice like you do now because of what I've
brought, and this is now, and there will no
'nooners', understand?"

He took a deep breath, made a slight
"harr-rrummpp" sound and sigh, then crossed his
arms in disgust.

"Okay. An hour after work with Mary and Emily
together on Monday,  and Emily alone sometime on
Wednesday morning and Friday mornings."

"You do know that every hour they don't spend with
a patient is taking money out of your pocket and
maybe hurting a patient, don't you?"

He couldn't argue with logic, and he liked his
money.

"Okay, then an hour after work on Wednesday with
Mary and Emily and Peggy all three."

"Done"

"But I'm horny now!"

"I'll be happy to give you a blowjob, Dr. Mike, I'd be
happy to" he shaking his head "no", grinning,
knowing I would.

"What about Peggy? She does give the best ones."

"Yes, she does. Sure. Let's go back out."

Stupid motherfucker didn't realize that since he was
who he was, having final authority over all of us
save Doc having final call over him in his treatment
of us, he could have told me that he wanted to see
Mary and Emily any time after work, at night, on
weekends, etcetera and by rule I'd have to
accommodate him, but evidently he really didn't
understand "the rules" and I wasn't about to tell
him any different and give up my advantage.

He had tried to cuckold my authority and ladies and
had failed. He had claimed his "right", but in the
end I fucked him, he didn't fuck me. As we walked
back to the breakroom "the girls" were crumpling up
their sandwich wrappers and tidying up, finishing
their last sips of Cokes and such. I gently tapped
Dr. Mike on the shoulder with a "Peggy, if you have
a few moments, please 'service' Dr. Mike, thank
you, Dear."

The next appointment for Mary and I was another
hard case, her last for the day before a three-hour
easy session. Doc had set up the schedule for five
eight-hour days whereas I normally have two longer
days and spread the extra time out over the other
three days, as I need and want to. He did it that
way because he was trying to help out, trying to
help as all the chaos happened within the chain of
events that lead me and Mary and Emm coming up
here.  Shit, I almost forgot about Doc's work-in
patient afterhours that I promised him I'd do!
Another truly hard case.

Master Skipper bopped into the breakroom his arm
hooked with Janice's, his ersatz stepmom for lack of
a better explanation, with a "Hi Eric!" on his lips. He
seemed eager to get to "work" such as it is for him.
He knows he's helping heal other boys by being a
therapy model.

"Eric, your one o'clock is here" Joyce buzzed me on
the phone in the breakroom.

"Send them on back" I replied as Janice left to go
back to the house and more tutoring of her charges.

Quinn was typical 13-year-old boy, except for, as
you might guess by now, he had been accidentally
raised as a girl by his parents because they were
originally from a small village in Mexico without
access to most modern medical facilities or hardly
even qualified doctors. What?, you might say?

Quinn was  -not-  a hermaphrodite, not in any
sense of the word. He had been born with male
genitalia that had been somehow "tucked up inside
him deeply" and didn't come out until he hit puberty
about a year ago, when almost like magic they
somehow just were "there' one day, where before
had only been a smooth pudenda with a tiny slit
that hid them up inside him and fooled his parents
and the couple of doctors he saw in Mexico before
his parents and he came to the States also about
that time. There's a very long and technical name
for this condition, again it's not hermaphroditism,
 since Quinn is 100% all boy, maybe I'll try to look
it up for you in his file later if I have the time and
think of it.

I'm not sure why or how the main franchise practice
in San Diego found him and his parents or they the
practice, let alone how and why Doc got involved,
maybe it's the rarity of his condition, but in any
case Quinn needs to be "gender re-assigned" in his
head, his body already having done that but his
emotions and feelings and identity as a boy and
eventually a man, uh-uh, and that's were we come
in.

Sangrina, Quinn's mother, gave me a peck on the
cheek as she opened the door as the security lock
clicked and met Mary and I in the hall.

"Who's this pretty thing? Where's Emily?"

"Oh Emily decided it was time for a change is now
treating primarily adult male patients."

"Sorry to hear that."

"No, it's what she wanted. She came up with me
from Raleigh; her office is in the building, on the
other side."

"Can I see her before I leave?" Sangrina pestered,
thinking of the times she had spent with Emily
during treatment and how much she enjoyed them.

"I don't think so, she's booked solid; I think you'll
enjoy Mary here just as much."

"I certainly hope so!" she mildly fussed as she bent
head a little to give Mary a quick brush-kiss on the
lips "and who's this young man?"

"This is Skipper, and he's going to be helping with
Quinn's therapy today."

"Nice to meet you" Skip replied with hand
outstretched "nice to meet you too!" Sangrina
answered as she shook his hand.

In the treatment room, I whispered to Mary to give
Sangrina not the usual one but three bonding
G-spot orgasms as part of the POP ritual. When she
did, Sag' squirted a bolt of cyprinne come right into
her face each time. Call it a bit of freshman
initiation.

I had Mary examine Quinn's genitalia very closely
as he lay flat on the exam table, his feet in the
stirrups and his organs exposed. Per orders from
Doc, I took a short series of digital photographs of
Quinn's scrotum to send to Doc later. Doc wanted
documentation like this on Quinn each time we had
therapy. It wasn't for me to decide otherwise.

Mary played with Quinn's dick and balls as he
stayed reclined on the exam table, then I, then his
Mom played with her son too as prescribed by the
POP protocol. Not enough to make him come, but
enough to create a bond with him.

On the bed, I had Mary and Sangrina do a
reasonably heavy lesbian love scene at the foot of
the bed while Quinn and I fooled around some at
the headboard. As a gender-identified female
mentally at 13,  his Mom and Mary doing lesbian
stuff didn't do a thing for him, while my sucking of
his cock and him sucking of mine did. The
challenges of bodyworking sometimes, let me tell
you.

I broke from him for a moment and had Skipper
come over. Skip sucked my cock and I his smallish
eight-year-old member, it's smaller diameter and
pre-pubescent cleanliness tasting sweet in my
mouth, then I had Quinn suck Skipper too as I
sucked him as well/.

Him almost coming in my mouth, I told it was time.

"Awwww, Eric, you know I don' wanna'!"

"And Sport, you know you gotta!"

"Mary, up here, please, and on all fours."

Shrugging his shoulders several times in mild
protest, he entered Mary from behind, his cock
almost 6" inches in length and fairly thick for his
age. I knew just from common sense let alone all
the tests that had been done on him that that it felt
good to him, fucking a female pussy (as opposed to
a male one?). But after his first twelve years of
being raised as a girl, his mind simply fought what
his body told his mind was correct.

Now came the hard part. Well, unpleasant, more
than hard for me. It was definitely spelled out in no
uncertain terms in the Rx. I had had anal sex lots
with young boys, both giving and receiving, so the
anal sex isn't the hard part for me. The hard part for
me and him is knowing that it's going to hurt him
when I do. Not hurt his body, but hurt his mind.
Hurt his mind in order to force a healing.
Sometimes you just got to do it. Decades of
bodywork practice had proven this correct.

I rolled a condom on my cock, again not for
universal safe sex practices but simply to make
"clean up" afterwards easier, worked some lube in
Quinn's ass as he continued his fuck of Mary, and
then eased my cock inside him.

He howled a cry of protest. Then another.

"What feels better, hu, boy? My cock in your ass, or
your cock inside Mary?"

"You-a; Your-a; your cock in my ass hurts, you
know it always does."

"So which feels better?"

"My cock inside Mary, okay!?!"

Sangrina had pulled Skipper off to one side of the
bed and was absentmindedly playing with cock as
they sat close to each other and watched.

"Can I play with Skipper while we watch?"

"Sure" I spoke back as my prescribed anal rape of
my young patient continued.

"Skipper here can take my cock for an hour if I
wished him to, boy!"

"Bully Ho-fucking-ray for him! Now Eric, will you
please stop fucking me in the ass?" he continued a
protest he knew was useless.

"You know what the doctor said: only when you
come inside Mary will I stop."

"Okay, okay."

He picked up his pace as best he could with me
behind him and inside as well, a sweat breaking on
his back and body, and I could tell when he finally
did come inside Mary, she quickly rolling out from
under him and going right to his cock to play and
suck on it some as his Mom also joined in as I
backed off from him for a while, his heaving
breathing from all just happened being the only
sounds he made.

Sangrina came over to get Skipper, she sucking on
his member just for the fun of it, then having him
enter her as she leaned back enough for him to get
atop her.

"Am I your first?" she asked.

"No ma'am" he respectfully replied and politely left
it at that.

Mary having finished her suck of him, I wasn't
through with him. Geessss, this gets rough even for
me at times.

I forced my cock in his mouth, he enjoying that but
knowing what was coming next, then quickly
slipped another condom on and wrestled him flat to
the bed, he truly struggling to get away from my
pinning him down, as Mary lubed my latex-covered
cock up and I this time I tried to make it as close to
a true prison-bitch-type rape as I could without
doing more harm than good. I worked the head of
my dick just a couple of inches, pumped a few
strokes, and then moved off him just a few inches,
just enough to where he could escape my grasp.
Making it over to Mary, he kissed her, played with
her boobs and pussy, kissed her again with "please
Mary, that man's crazy, keep him off me, please!"

"You know he's not crazy. He's not even gay,
doesn't even like sex outside of therapy with young
boys or men, let alone tries to force himself on
them. He's your therapist. He loves you, I love you.
We are your therapists. We're here to help you,
make you well, like the doctors say you need to
be."

"I don't need any more help today."

"Okay. Just relax. We're going to have some fun.
Join in if you wish."

All the above had taken place in less than twenty
minutes. I hate to be a clock-watcher, but there are
so many patients to help.

Mary started playing around with Skipper, sucking
his cock, he playing with her boobs and cunt, as
Sangria and I started fooling around, she mainly
just wanting to get on top of me and ride me. From
the far corner of the bed, Quinn watched. He saw
how much his mother was enjoying fucking me, and
how much fun Mary and Skipper were having.

I moved Mary and Sangrina to a sixty-nine, mainly
because I knew how much Sangrina wanted to, that
and Skip and I could work them as they did each
other. Mary on top, I entered her from behind, Skip
working his 8-year-old tinycock in Sangrina as best
he could.

Then Quinn came up and asked if he could take my
place. I told him "of course you can!" He slowfucked
Mary for the next few minutes, until it was ten until
two. Time's up.

Out in the breakroom sipping on bottled waters,
Mary got a far-off look to her eyes.

"You okay, Hon?"

"Yeah."

"Hhhhhmmmm???"

"I know you warned me about today, I just didn't
expect . . . "

"No one ever does, no ever can, Hon' "

"I honestly thought you were trying to rape Quinn
when you had him pinned flat."

"I was, Dear" she shooting me a dirty but quizzical
look in turn "if he hadn't tried his best to escape
and get to you, I would have been rough with him;
we all know this is role-play and he knows I would
never really hurt him, but I have to sell it for the
therapy to work; keep in mind that my cock was
fully deep in his ass while he was fucking you the
first time around, it's not he can't take me."

She took a long draught of her AquaFina and
scratched her nose.

"At least the rest of the afternoon will be easy."

"Don't forget Doc's emergency work-in."

"Shit!" my double-degreed from Yale darling
eloquently thus spake "that's right, I completely
forgot!"

"That one won't be as hard as you think. First times
even with hard cases are usually just a feeling out,
get-to-know-one-another time"

The "troop" of moms and daughters arrived exactly
on time, I introducing them to Mary, they of course
asking about Emily and if Emily couldn't join us
anyway I making my now-pat excuses why not, we
all going down to the group room for our therapy.

Three moms and four daughters, Mary and I as
therapists and David and Skipper and JB as therapy
models, Janice and Gail being back at the ranch.
How David and Janice educated those kids, even
with a formalized homeschooling lesson plan like a
lot of American families of diplomats use when
overseas, is beyond me, but you can't argue with
the fact that almost all home-schooled therapy
model kids scored consistently higher on
state-mandated standardized tests than their public
school counterparts.

Shonica was the first mom, with Theodora her 9-YO
daughter. Charlene was the second mom, adult
sister to Shonica, and was the mom to 8-YO Darlene
and 14-YO Raylene (yes, these are their real
names, I am not making this shit up!). Tara was
first cousin to both of them, was the daughter of
Shonica's and Theodora's mother's sister, and was
mother to 10-YO Shara. They were all from New
Orleans originally and were of what used to be
called "octoroon"  ancestry, which was actually
1/8th African-America and 7/8ths Caucasian. Very
beautiful perfect skin and bodies on all of them,
save Shonica whose tits were large and flabby and
kind of droppy, her sister and cousin looking like
the biracial Venus' they were as well as their
daughters.

They had followed us from Raleigh and just like in
Raleigh didn't stay where the practice wanted to
locate them, but instead insisted on choosing their
own lodgings, this time at the Rockport Marriot
across the bay, and they even normally arrived in
their own limo. The financial part of their history
which normally I would be privy to wasn't available
to me either, one of the few times I've ever been
denied requested access to anything.

Also most unlike all but a handful of other times, we
didn't do any Principle Of Possesion rituals on any
of them. Instead we just went down to the group
room where Peggy by Rx had set up three video
cameras in three respective corners and put out a
bunch of X-rated tapes of all kinds, some
 anatomically correct  "therapy dolls" like are used
when investigating a typical child sexual abuse
case, some rubberized male and female half models
and other detailed latex models of human genetalia,
a whole bunch of sex toys of all types, and both
large plastic containers full of regular dolls and
other toys that are appropriate for the 7-12 age
range.

I went around turning the video cameras on as
David and Janice and JB and Skipper all took places
atop thick cushions along the back wall as Mary
milled around chatting with the mothers some as
their daughters began their play.

By Rx, the first hour was supposed to at least fairly
non-sexual. Just letting the girls play "normally"
which they did. They all whooped it up at the tape
"Swapping Pregnant Wives" which Raylene had dug
out from the pile of tapes next to the wide-screen
TV. Mary and I pulled our nice but standard square
conference room-style chairs over to the mothers
and made small talk, Shonica commenting several
times about how beautiful Maine was, how she
wished she had come up to vacation here before
now.

Close to hour number two, the girls started getting
more rambunctious, and their clothes soon started
coming off. As they took theirs off,. their moms
started shedding theirs and Mary and I and the
Goulds theirs as well. Charlene the mom to 8-YO
Darlene and 14-YO Raylene and was on her period,
and while wearing a tampon still kept her panties
with a thin maxipad on as her clothes came off, her
daughters helping her undress before getting back
to their play.

The girls started playing with the anatomical dolls
and rubber models soon after that, and within
minutes as "Lesbian Sex Sisters" played on the TV
now the girls started grabbing the sex toys and
teasing each other with them, 9-YO Theodora
making a gleefully funny show of trying to shove a
10" thin dildo up her second cousin 10-YO's Shara's
pussy. Two of the moms, sisters Shonica and
Charlene, turned sideways from their chairs to kiss
each other, and the show as they say was on. To try
to recount every single act of fun and therapy would
tax my memory as well as your patience and
attention span, so pardon if I give you a few
highlights I more or less remember.

Knowing that the Goulds were their new therapy
models and having been in similar situations like
this before and knowing that they could do as they
pleased with any therapy model, Theodora pulled
Janice, the mom to the Gould family of therapy
models, off to one side and mercilessly ravished her
pussy with the dildo that she had tried to pester her
cousin Shara with earlier. Janice didn't mind, in fact
I know she enjoyed it.

Mary was instantly attracted to Charlene as I was,
had been, had been with Charlene before, she was
an octoroon beauty indeed, so we three got together
in one corner of the room and played some. Mary
commented that Charlene's tamponed pussy didn't
taste as metallic as others she had been with
before, a comment that seemed to please Charlene
as Mary lapped at her cunt for a good while. With all
of us on our knees, Mary kissed and smooched
Charlene from the front as she also frigged her
still-protected pussy and I entered Charlene's ass
from the rear as I knelt behind her, tilting her just
forward enough the kneel down a bit and get my
cock insider her, which didn't last bur five or ten
minutes before that knee of mine starting hurting.

All the daughters decided to check out the "new
girl", Mary, so they asked (they can order therapy
models, but have to ask we therapists for favors) if
they could do a "merry-go-round" with her. Mary
didn't know what that was but said "yes" anyway.
Mary laying on a bunch of pillows of one of the
fuckmats, Raylene started sucking Mary's right
breast and Theodora held Mary's head in her lap
and kissed her passionately and Shara sucked on
Mary's left breast and the youngest one of all, 8-YO
Darlene "dined at Mary's 'Y' ", giving her head with
all the passion of a grown woman. Then after two or
three minutes, just long enough for Mary to get
relaxed good, the switched places, each moving
clockwise one place to the left, then after another
two or three minutes another switch, and so on for
a good half hour.

In the meantime, the sister-moms and their
cousin-mom tried out David and young Skipper in
their own swap-go-round, then tried out David's
wife and young JB's mother Janice as well as young
JB too, making comments about this and that about
each of them to each other but not to the Goulds
directly, damn near rude if you ask me but this was
the modality of the Rx.

And then it was five o'clock and time finally to go
home. Shit, nope, Doc's emergecny, shit shit shit!

The Gyrl Troop dressed and left as I made sure they
saw me remove the tapes from video cameras. In
my office, I threw them in the trash, went to my
computer, then did system commands for all the
footage secretly  recorded in the group room by the
banks of cameras and mikes that are hidden in each
room be sent directly to Doc's attention in the
following morning's data traffic, per Doc's specific
instructions. Made no sense, but I don't question
Doc, not usually, he is my ultimate boss.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Mary came in with look of weariness with a "Hon',
our last patient is here. Joyce just left for the day, I
told her we'd lock up, and you wanted Skipper to
stay too, correct?"

"You can go home now, Dear, you look dead, I
remember how my first day was, I know your head
is swimming, go on home and eat and rest, Peggy
and I will take care of young mister Jerome."

"You're sweet, but I need to do this, I'll be fine."

"And you'll leave if you start feeling weird?"

"Promise."

Jerome was busy playing Nintendo in the older kid's
section of the playroom on "my" side of the
building. He didn't even notice me as I stuck my
head in to check on him. Peggy passed by the door
old grocery bags in hand and I darted out to catch
her.

"You got the clothes for you and Mary?"

"Uh-hu, Master."

"Don't call, eeehhhrrr; never mind; Mary's in the
bathroom, go in there and your and her change; I'll
come get you out of Joyce's office when I'm ready
for you; are the hot tubs ready?"

"Yes, Master."

In my office, from the old grocery bag Peggy had
put together for me I put on a regular pair of pants,
socks, my nice black dress shoes, a nice white shirt
and clip-on tie, stuff I don't normally within the
office environment. Because of constantly getting in
and out of clothes all day, I normally wear the
standard "quick rip" pants like quick-change artists
wear along with the standard PBI turtleneck dickie
that covers me from neck to chest and shoulders
where my white lab coat normally covers past that
plus my black Sperry "Topsider" boating shoes. But
for this patient, the POP modality was going to have
be change a little, and part of that was me
role-playing the part of a physician giving an exam
at first before working him into treatment.

Finding Jerome, a handsome young twelve-year-old
who looked more like a young Tom Cruise than Tom
Cruise did at the same age, still playing Nintendo in
the big kids' game room, I tapped on the open door
to get his attention and as he got up shook his hand
with a "hello, Jerome, I'm Eric."

"Eric? Dr. Eric?"

"My last name is Woods, Eric Woods. But please,
call me Eric."

"Okay, Doc-tor, I mean, Eric."

"Ready for your exam?"

"I guess so."

"The examining room is right across the hall. Shall
we?"

Per standard procedure, I let him undress and
change into an examining gown behind the painted
Chinese-style folding panels that separated "the
parlor" from the exam area, a sliding curtain like
you see around hospital beds being the only thing
marking the boundary between the exam area and
the treatment area where the treatment bed and
such was.

"Ready, Doctor, I mean, Eric."

I did my best and practiced imitation of a physician,
or at least a physician's assistant. Height, weight,
blood pressure, oral temperature, tongue exam, ear
exam, eye exam, neck gland check, a chest
thumping and back thumping, the usual. Then time
for the other.

"Jerome, please come down off the table and lean
forward over the exam table. I'm going to have to
give a rectal exam. It's easier if you remove your
gown, please."

He leaned over the exam table as best he could,
becoming more nervous as he heard my latex glove
snap on my hand. I put my hand on his should and
whispered to him to relax. I knew he had been
checked fully by a real physician just last week just
like this except for real so this "exam" shouldn't be
a big deal to him, but no guy even gay guys usually
like anal probes by doctors.

He tensed up as my KY'd fingers slipped inside him.
I worked my fingers more like a cock than an exam,
my other hand gently bracing his shoulder. A couple
of moments of this and then "please turn around so
I can check you for hernias."

Sitting on the short rolling stool, I worked my finger
up inside his respective testicular descendae or
whatever they're actually called, getting him to
cough for me when I did. He was almost erect from
the anal probe and this.

Holding his three-quarters erect penis in my hand, I
playfully worked the shaft a little, commenting "you
have a fine penis here, Jerome; do you ever
masturbate?"

"Oh, no."

"C'mon, all boys do. Even I do, and I'm a grown
man. You can tell me" I continued as I continued
gently masturbating him.

"Well, yeah, sometimes. Well, sometimes a lot."

"That's fine. With a fine penis like this, you should
be proud."

"Oh, uhhhh, yeah, I am, I guess."

"Why don't you hop back up on the table and put
your feet in the stirrups? patting at the padded steel
heelkeepers "I'm going to masturbate you so I can
get a sperm sample and check your sperm count
and make sure there's no blood in it, make sure you
don't have any prostate problems. Is that okay with
you?" He had no clue what I meant but that was
okay, that was by design.

"Uh, yeah. I guess. Will it hurt?"

"Does it hurt when you masturbate yourself?"

"Uhhh, no."

"Well, I promise it won't hurt when I do it, either" I
smiled up at him as my slow stroking continued.

In the stirrups, laying flat on his back being able to
look up only the ceiling, his small but nice 5" inch
or so member went as flat as pancake, just as I
knew it would.

I remember the first I was put in stirrups, back in
PBI bodyworking school, how humiliating and
degrading that felt to me, let alone a feeling of
helplessness. No wonder most women hate their
annual exams with royal passions. I played with his
cock for about three or four minutes but it wouldn't
budge. Proverbial flat balloon. Just what I had
hoped for.

I lightly slapped at his cock a tiny bit a "Jerome,
this isn't working. What can I do to help you get an
erection? I must get this sperm sample."

"I don't know Dr. Eric."

"Eric."

"I don't know. It was kinda hard-on when you
examined it earlier."

"Yes it was  Should I examine it like that again?
Wait, I know. My two assistants, Peggy and Mary,
are still here. Let me go get them, see if they can
help."

I was very careful to be as truthful as I could with
him. I never called myself a doctor, and I never
called my lovelies nurses. Peggy, God bless her,
had found a couple of old white nurses uniforms up
in the attic storage at the house, having used them
in one scene years ago with another therapist in a
similar role playing scenario.

"You girls ready?" I asked as they broke their quiet
kiss, Mary up on the lavatory countertop, Peggy
leaning into her with her hand up Mary's nurse's
dress.

"Yeah, uh-hu."

"Jerome, this is Mary, and Peggy, my assistants" I
spoke level-toned as he sat naked and a little cold
on the exam table, he nodding to them "scoot
forward so that Mary can try give you an erection
and we can get our sperm sample from you,
please."

Mary worked his cock like a pro, which she was by
now indeed.

"Just relax, Jerome, I've done this lots of times."

"But, I, I haven't."

"Just relax. You need to give me an erection. I need
a hard-on from you so that I can masturbate you
and get the sperm sample we need"

"I' trying, I really am!" he exclaimed with great
tension in his voice.

"Would it help if I took of my dress and showed you
my breasts? Maybe let you play with them some?
Would that help? Could I get my erection from you
then?"

Every 12-YO boy's fantasy come true, even a 12-YO
boy that had gone through three years of hell as the
hand of an evil step-parent.

"I  -  I  --- I've never seen a girl naked before,
 Mary."

"Well, I'm not a girl, I'm a woman, and if you' d like
to see me naked, if it'll help get you firm, just say
so."

"Please???" is all could eke out.

"Why don't you help me, then?"

Peggy made her way close to me as Mary slipped
her shoes and ill-fitting white support hose off,
showing young Jerome where to unzip her dress, it
falling to the floor as she stood before him in her
own white bra and panties. He couldn't figure out
how to unhook her bra.

"Let me help you, Mary" Peggy said and walked to
her, showing Jerome how to flex the fabric enough
to pull the hooks back and free, her breasts falling
free from it as the bra was whisked away. Jerome
back on the table, Mary took his hands and let him
feel her all he wanted. He began panting a little,
and his erection came back full flower.

"It's hard now, let's get you back on the table, shall
we?"

Still naked and helpless, Jerome leaned back flat as
Mary put his feet in the stirrups and Peggy put some
pillows under his head so he could watch. I
whispered to Mary that he could come any second
now.

Taking an Erlenmeyer flask and keeping it near the
head of his cock as she masturbated him, she
heaved her nude bosoms at him, giving him a nice
show as Peggy and I watch from a few feet away.
Her mouth found the head of his cock and that did
it, he started coming almost immediately and
squirted a good 10 to 20cc or more into the flask,
but his hard went only half-limp.

As Mary atop the rolling exam stool rolled away
from him, Peggy and I walked over to him as he lay
breathing harder on the exam table.

"Master Jerome does have a nice cock, doesn't he?"
I asked Peggy as part of the script as I masturbated
his member.

"Yes he does" she replied on cue as her hand also
found his member too, her fingers overlapping mine
as we played with him.

"Still want to do that hot tub?"

"Uh-hu" both Mary and Peggy replied on their
marks.

"Should we invite Jerome here? I think he can stay
as long as needed, that what his guardian said.
Would you like to join us for a hot tub soak,
Jerome? We'll all be naked, if that not a problem?"

"Aaahhh, uuhhh, no Eric, I don't care."

"Well Peggy, why don't you get undressed and I will
to; is Skipper already in the hot tub?"

"Yes he is."

"Mary, why don't you take our new young friend on
down the hall to the hot tub? Peggy and I will be
out shortly."

Jerome cocked one eyebrow up at that remark. He
probably suspected a bit of a set-up at that point,
being abused so much in the recent past had made
him suspicious of everyone and trusting of no one,
but he had  felt up his first girl and gotten his first
short blowjob, so I didn't think he'd put up a fight
even if he suspected something was up. He didn't.

We waited a few minutes before joining them.
Jerome was in the tub with Mary and Skipper, his
hands firmly on Mary's boobs.

The location of the two hot tubs, a standard
4-person cloverleaf one and a regular barrel
8-person capacity one, sucked big time. Out back of
the office, past the new panic-hardware'd fire doors
which Peggy had disconnected the alarm system to
for me sometime during the day, the tubs were
inside a wooden fence enclosure made out of
twelve-foot-high and one-foot-wide slightly
overlapping thin boards enough to prevent someone
from seeing directly inside the enclosure, but more
than that anyone walking up the alley to the back
parking lot and their cars could hear any and
everything anyone's saying inside the enclosure as
plain as if they were standing there, which made
the tubs as a standard treatment means totally
useless. But it was after hours and I knew no one
could hear us, verifying by checking the security
cameras before Peg and I came out, telling Peggy I
wanted her to contact a greenhouse contractor
about giving us a price to build a climate-controlled
greenhouse inside the existing fence just for
privacy's sake. She said she'd take care of it
tomorrow.

Peg and I slipped in the warm hot tub waters.
Damn, it felt good. We didn't have one at the house,
but didn't have room for one either, dammit to
heck. Peg slipped close to me and began playing
with my cock. Skipper moved beside her and I could
see by her arm movements she was playing with
him with her other hand. Mary was holding Jerome
close in her arms, he gently sucking on one of her
boobs. Nice.

"You're no doctor, are you, Eric?" Jerome asked as
he broke from Mary and eased over to me.

"No, I'm not."

"Then what was all the stuff back there?"

"I am a therapist, Jerome. A special kind of
therapist. A sex therapist."

"Hu?"

"Peggy and Mary are sex therapists too, and young
Skipper here helps us sometimes."

"But what's a sex therapist?"

"Actually, we're called professional bodyworking
surrogates, or just sex surrogates, or just
bodyworkers."

"Hiioiuu? I don't get it?

As Peggy nuzzled close to me and Mary made the
three feet over to be closer to us all, I answered
him "you're a victim of sexual abuse, Jerome, by
your step dad and mom. We're here to help you get
over that, help you heal your wounds as best we
can. We selectively use sex to help cure those with
sexual problems, like you have."

"I don't habbb no sexual problems!"

"Yes, Jerome, you do. It's been diagnosed, and
confirmed by Dr. Chaim, one of the world's experts
in this field. You need help, and we're here to give
it to you, if you let us" Mary replied as her boobs
bobbed just under the gossamer foam of the gently
rolling waters.

He slid away from us to the other side of the tub
and hung his arm and head over the side, looking
as much away from us as he could for a moment,
before turning back around.

"I can say 'no', right?"

"Yes, Jerome, you can say no." Peggy replied.

"But if I say 'yes', can I have sex with you some
more, Mary?"

"Yes, me, Peggy, Eric, Skipper, and more therapists
if we feel you need it."

"But I dooonnn wanna have sex with Eric and
Skipper, just you and maybe Peggy!"

"That's not going to be possible, Jerome."

"I'm not gay, Jerome, I am just a therapist with
experience working with young men like yourself."

"As I was saying before I was interrupted" Mary
shooting me a justified dirty look "Dr. Chaim has
come up with a plan to help you. Part of the plan is
you being with me, yes, and maybe Peggy, and
definitely Eric. We won't do anything, -any-thing-,
to hurt you, promise, We only want to heal you. But
you must trust us, and let us guide you through the
treatment process."

"And I can say no anytime?"

"During therapy, no, you can't say 'no' to a specific
procedure. That is the truth.  But you can say you
want to quit treatment at any time, and you're free
to do so. But think about it, Jerome. During
treatment, we'll have lots of great times together.
Whaddya say?"

He thought for a moment before nodding "yes".

"Can have another 'treatment' tonight, Mary?"

"Sure, but it's getting late, and we all need to go
home, it's been a long day. Sure, a little 'treatment'
and then you'll have to wait until later in the week
for another one. Is okay?"

"Sure!"

Mary plopped him on the deck and gave him a quick
five minute hummer as the rest of us watched a
little bored but more tired perhaps. It had been a
long day.

I called the Parkstone and the hotel shuttle van was
waiting for him out front by the time we walked out
with him and secured the office behind us, waving
to him as he made his way into the dusk but maybe
also his new dawn. Time to go home.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

It was seven o'clock by then and we had another
long day tomorrow and hadn't eaten yet. Peggy,
God please bless this slave of mine, somehow had
found time to put a potroast and some canned
potatoes and carrots in an oven bag and had it
slow-cook all day long in the oven. It smeellllled
wonderful, and even what was left after the Goulds
had gotten to it first tasted superb. We four, Peg
and Mar' and Skip' and myself, finished what was
left off. I needed a beer. I seldom drink, but I had
had a very long day, and wanted a Michelob. There
none to be found, the usual single six-pack the
fridge being gone. Absentmindedly I went to the
backporch to look in the extra fridge out there and
found none and also noticed Emily's car was gone
from it's usual spot at a wide place in the alley.

I darted through the house looking for Emily. She
shouldn't have gone anywhere. Then I noticed six
empty Mich' bottles on the coffee table in the living
room. I buzzed the Goulds' upstairs and asked if
they knew where Emee had gone. They she left
about half an hour ago, but didn't know to where. I
thought about driving around to find her, but told
myself to calm the fuck down first. She probably
just went out to get more beer.

Sitting down on the couch and flipping to Court TV,
I heard the backdoor open and knew Emee was
home. She came to the living room where I was
sitting, Mary having gone upstairs to change and
get ready for an early bedtime, and didn't say a
word to me as she plopped down on the other end of
the couch. Streaks in her make-up told me she had
been crying, and hard.

"What's wrong, Emmeee?" no answer, then silence
for moment more "Eeemmeee, what's wrong? Aren't
you my wife? Tell your husband what's wrong."

"I'm your Wife Number Two, and no, nothing's
wrong."

I swear, even polykinetic bodyworking women in
their heart of hearts are just women too, after all,
and my Emily was sure as hell was acting like a
typical woman.

Moving to hold her closer, she just wrapped her
arms around me as we sat on the couch and began
to barely sob.

"Oh Eric, my dear sweet Eric, I don't think I can do
this anymore, I really don't."

"Hu? What happened today, tell me?"

"Oh, nuthin', every-frigging-thing, that's all. You
know I've never really enjoyed working kids like
you do."

"I know, Honey."

"And before you picked me as your partner in
Raleigh, I did enjoy working with men, I mean 
-really-   enjoyed working with men, but now, I
don't know, everything's so different" her sobs
leaking tears all over my shirt as she sniffled on
"this time, I don't know, the men just don't seem
as, as, I mean to say, they're not as nice. Not a
single one even told me 'thank you' today for their
treatments, except one. And not a single one
wanted to fuck me, all they wanted were their
handjobs and blowjobs."

"Well, Honey, this is Maine, not the South, not
Raleigh, and people, men, are just a little different
up here, they're more reserved with their feelings
both good and bad, that's all."

"Really?" her voice rising as she leaned back to look
me in my eyes.

"Yeah, I really think so. Was your whole day bad?"

"No, there was there one client."

"Uh-hu"

"An older gentleman in his fifties. Twenty years ago
he had lost both his wife and daughter in a car
accident while he was driving; they were killed but
he wasn't scratched, and because of the guilt he
hadn't been able to get an erection since."

"Uh-hu, go on."

"He couldn't even get a tiny bit of one with me,
even letting him do as he wished with me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Then I got an idea. I called up to the house
and asked if Gail was free. She was. She came
down and I had her be a therapy model for him. I
let him touch and kiss her as he wished, too. He
said she looked a lot like his daughter that died,
that he blamed himself for. While he sat on the
edge of the bed, I played with his cock and let him
touch Gail as he liked. That turned him on and
while he didn't get a full hard, he did rise to
half-mast, and she and I both sucked him a little
though he didn't come, he did thank us both."

"See there! That's a real positive. It'll just take
time, Hon', that's all. You're one gorgeous broad,
wifey, and don't worry, your clients will come
around, that won't be a problem."

"Promise? You really think so?"

"I know so. Feel better now?"

"Uh-hu."

"Did the Goulds do any recreational when they got
home? Did you join them?"

"Nope, they went upstairs, and I drank all your
beer, sorry."

"Don't worry about the beer. They didn't do any
freeplay at all?"

"Nope, not a lick, so to speak."

"They know after work we all need to wind down
with some freeplay recreational sex."

"I know they know that, and you know they know
that, and they know they know that, but they didn't
do any freeplay, just went upstairs, though Gail did
come back down and she and I played a little bit
while I drank your beer, Hon-ey."

"Gail sounds like she's a real special girl."

"Yeah, she is. And she tastes good, too, especially
when she's on her period like today!" followed by a
little hiccup.

"Let's get you to bed."

Getting up off the couch, Mary was right behind us.
She evidently heard most of the conversation.
Good. I'm glad she did.

Emily wasn't drunk but was tipsy, almost throwing
up in the elevator before we made it to the our
bedroom. Mary took her to the shower in the one
full bath on our floor across the hall to try to get her
wet and sober her up a bit.

Peggy sat down in a chair beside mine in the office
adjacent to my bedroom and went over the day's
past details. She had two plumbers out today, told
them what she wanted, and she got one price of
$23,000 and one for $24,600 to add two new full
baths, one per 2nd and 3rd floor, plus a new 80
gallon hot water heater in the basement plus
circulating pump, the hot water currently coming
from the heating boiler which explained an
unlimited amount of hot water but also a $400 fuel
oil bill for the past month. I told her to pick one.
She also showed the rough-drawn floor plan which
one had drawn up for his proposal, which clearly
showed a new full bath off my bedroom and a new
walk-in closet, but at the expense of the spare
bedroom on our side of the hall, and a similar
arrangement on the 3rd floor. Sacrificing two
bedrooms we might need to house future
colleagues, but screw it. I told her to go with that
one. The plan also showed a surprise, that our
house wasn't three combined but actually two, with
the third part us never being incorporated into the
living space. She said she had called Dr. Mike and
he told her that he was using that for storage of
personal and business stuff. That would explain why
this supposed three-wide Victorian only had the
floor space of a double-combined. Fuck him. I could
put any future employees over there. Fuck him
indeed. Problem solved, and we now had more
usable space since we didn't have to worry so much
about room.

A nude Mary and Emily came back in with damp
hair and a smile on Emily's face.

"I really am in love with you, do love you so much,
you know that doncha' Eric?" she said with slight
beer breath and passionate kiss on my waiting lips
as Mary slid her around to the bed.

"I love you too, my love."

"Hic!" she burped as she lay down with Mary.

I scooted between them as they lay together, taking
my spot in the middle.

Peggy left and came back nude, save an old futon
mattress and a couple of pillows and a blanket,
folding the futon up and placing it on the floor at
the foot of my bed.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Peggy?
Go back to your room, we need to sleep."

She gave me the most sad, utterly hang-dog look
anyone has ever given me, sulking "all I'm doing is
wanting to be with my Master.  Is that too much for
a slave to ask of her Master?" she pouted with lower
lip curling out at me, almost getting ready to cry
because I wanted her to go back to her own room. I
had enough of crying women for one night.

"Oh, okay, but just tonight" she and I both knowing
that was a whopper of a lie if I ever told one "but
you stay there, no five AM wake up blowjob calls
understand, and if you snore too loudly, you're still
back to your room, got it, slave?"

"Yes Master, I got it" she replied with whimsical
glee, shaking her boobs at me before laying down
on her cotton futon at the foot of my, our bed
"anything Master wants during the night, all he has
to do is say so and his slave is right for him ready
to please him. Good night, Master."

"Good night."

Silence for about five minutes then both Emily and
Mary stirred some. Shit. I just wanted to sleep.

"Honey?"

"Yes Darling, Wife Number One, what is it?"

"Just for tonight, could Emee sleep in the middle
between us? I think she needs both our cuddling
warmths tonight, don't you?"

"Sure. Whatever you say, Honey Bunch, as long as
you both let me sleep. Goodnight" I gently fussed
as I rolled over Emily and let her
half-awake-half-asleep roll to the middle of the bed
to doze between us.
"Good night, my Master" my equal in all things Mary
playfully quipped back at me.


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