Whatever the transition, the remainder of the session was the same. He’d slip off his chair, down to the frayed Persian rug, crook his finger at her to follow him. After holding and caressing her for a few minutes, he’d hold out his hands, a different-colored condom in each, and ask her to choose. Perhaps her choosing allowed him to rationalize that she was in control of the act. Carol would then open the condom, slip it on his primed cock, the same color as his scrubbed pink cheeks. Dr. Cooke always took a passive position, lying on his back and allowing Carol to impale herself on him and to
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