She needed to change her direction, just slightly. "Have you ever made love to a woman and meant it?" "Never." He said, in anguish.

"Do you have fantasies?" She asked. "Sexual fantasies?"

"Of course." He answered.

"Do you think about me? When you fantasize, is it me that you're thinking about?"

He didn't answer.

"Do you think about me, your therapist, Dr. Melissa Price, in your sexual fantasies?"

"No-one else." He whispered.

"Then get down on your knees before me." She ordered him, barely capable of controlling her breath.

"Yes." He said.

She felt his breath against her naked abdomen and she walked slowly, carefully behind him. She reached out...