“Sorry, Deb, no can do” was the answer, when Deb asked Rob, nicely, to return her sketchbook. “It’s the only thing securing you to come back to this office, and I think you really need our sessions”
Deb frowned sad, and frustrated.
“Can I ask you something? What’s Annabel’s story?”
“That’s classified information” Rob replied strict. “Besides, we’re not here to talk about Annabel. We’re here to talk about you” he reminded her kindly.
He opened his desk drawer, and pulled out the sketchbook. He flipped the pages, and then stopped.
“Today, I want to discuss this drawing” he said, showing a picture of a black circle.
“Actually”, Deb started, and she walked around the desk. Rob could feel her small breasts against his shoulder, as she leaned forward. She flipped a few pages back, to a drawing of her mother. “I want to talk about her”
“That’s okay” Rob replied.
“My mother was really close with Dale” Deb started. “She worshipped him. Anything he desired, she would see to it that he got it, even if it meant…” She swallowed, holding back the tears that would spoil everything”
“One night, he wanted special attention from me. So, my mother brought me to his room, and he was lying on the bed. He told me to lie next to him, and so I did. I was nine. He took my hand, and lay it on his cock. He said I had to stroke it, like this”
Rob made a lousy attempt to stop her, but then she was inside his pants, holding his cock.
“Deb, remove your hand, now” Rob said, tensed.
“I’m just trying to reenact the moment. Make you feel like you’re really there” Deb mocked. “So, I started stroking” she continued her story, her hand moving up and down.
Rob rolled his eyes, and leaned back. He bit his hand, to muffle the moans escaping his mouth.
The door opened, and Annabel snuck inside. When Deb had said ‘I’ll distract him, this was not what Annabel had in mind.
She walked to the desk, snatched the book away, and quickly left the room, just when Rob came, in Deb’s hand.
Deb withdrew her hand immediately, and wiped it on some Kleenex, on Rob’s desk.
“I have to go” Deb mumbled. Rob, too stunned to act, let her go.
When she left the room, she found Annabel hadn’t been waiting for her, so she returned to their shared room.
She caught Annabel sitting on her bed, browsing through the pages. She looked up, pitiful, when Deb’s shadow came over her.
“You were right” she mumbled, before bursting into tears…
Deb frowned sad, and frustrated.
“Can I ask you something? What’s Annabel’s story?”
“That’s classified information” Rob replied strict. “Besides, we’re not here to talk about Annabel. We’re here to talk about you” he reminded her kindly.
He opened his desk drawer, and pulled out the sketchbook. He flipped the pages, and then stopped.
“Today, I want to discuss this drawing” he said, showing a picture of a black circle.
“Actually”, Deb started, and she walked around the desk. Rob could feel her small breasts against his shoulder, as she leaned forward. She flipped a few pages back, to a drawing of her mother. “I want to talk about her”
“That’s okay” Rob replied.
“My mother was really close with Dale” Deb started. “She worshipped him. Anything he desired, she would see to it that he got it, even if it meant…” She swallowed, holding back the tears that would spoil everything”
“One night, he wanted special attention from me. So, my mother brought me to his room, and he was lying on the bed. He told me to lie next to him, and so I did. I was nine. He took my hand, and lay it on his cock. He said I had to stroke it, like this”
Rob made a lousy attempt to stop her, but then she was inside his pants, holding his cock.
“Deb, remove your hand, now” Rob said, tensed.
“I’m just trying to reenact the moment. Make you feel like you’re really there” Deb mocked. “So, I started stroking” she continued her story, her hand moving up and down.
Rob rolled his eyes, and leaned back. He bit his hand, to muffle the moans escaping his mouth.
The door opened, and Annabel snuck inside. When Deb had said ‘I’ll distract him, this was not what Annabel had in mind.
She walked to the desk, snatched the book away, and quickly left the room, just when Rob came, in Deb’s hand.
Deb withdrew her hand immediately, and wiped it on some Kleenex, on Rob’s desk.
“I have to go” Deb mumbled. Rob, too stunned to act, let her go.
When she left the room, she found Annabel hadn’t been waiting for her, so she returned to their shared room.
She caught Annabel sitting on her bed, browsing through the pages. She looked up, pitiful, when Deb’s shadow came over her.
“You were right” she mumbled, before bursting into tears…