He needed intense phone sex therapy. A sensual young woman to masturbate with. His one question still echoes in my mind. Do I touch my self on calls? I giggled and told him I have an assortment of toys for just such occasions. I do prefer my own fingers to do the walking in my sweet wet pussy. But I have beads for anal and vaginal play, nipple clamps and more. He was shy, he said he just wanted to guide me to orgasm. I knew it was game on. I laid back on my bed and closed my eyes. I could feel my heartbeat in my pussy. I was excited before I touched myself. I was to describe every inch of my body as my fingers trailed lightly. I couldn’t control my breathing ad by the time I inserted the pink beads I had went over the edge twice! My head was thrown back I begged him to fuck me, deep and hard. I was humping the air and begging. And when I heard him cum saying my name over and over, I had one last orgasm with him. I had been the patient and the therapist for a cum inducing session. I would love to play over again.
