Raymond's P.O.V
Every appointment was the same. She would come in dressed seductively, tempting me with her young body. I was convinced that she did it on purpose, but was not certain why she would do it. I often wondered if it was part of the reason that Tracy thought she needed therapy. Some underlying condition with s****l abuse or paraphilia.
'f**k, look at those t**s under that thin dress. I want to suck on them until she moans.'
With no other choice, I sat in the chair opposite Tracy, placing the yellow notepad on my lap in hopes of covering the bulge that was surely sticking out of my pants.
'Already hard again. f**k. Every single week is the same.'
“So Ms. Andrew, how have things been this week?”
“Oh, you know, things are okay, I guess. I’ve been a little lonely,” Tracy sai
