Lust’s What The Doctor Ordered

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Chapter 1 Lying on the soft leather couch, the lovely young redhead licked her dry lips and stared blankly toward the ceiling. Sitting at the head of the couch, A. B. Prinz, MD, Ph.

, smiled down at her as he repeated the question to the woman in the deep hypnotic trance. 'Describe what happened between you and your father on that night, Denise. ' Denise Powers struggled inwardly with the vision and she spoke hesitantly of the secret she had kept locked inside her mind for nearly ten years.

'He . . . he'd been drinking.

Momma had gone to her s****r's . . . gone all week.

' 'Yes, go on, Denise,' Prinz told her as she paused. 'I came downstairs and found him sitting in the big chair in the living room . . .

' she said softly in a little girl voice. Her face was pale and the expression was something less than that of a person relating a traumatic experience that had occurred during her fifteenth year of life. 'He called me over and made me sit in his lap . .

' she said and swallowed dryly as her hands fluttered at her sides. 'Then what happened?' Prinz asked her as he looked at her full breasts and lower, to the gentle mound of her pubis that was revealed by the soft material of her short skirt. 'He told me how much he loved me . .

. and . . .

and he put his hands on me . . . ' she said thickly.

'Show me where he put his hands on you, Denise. ' Slowly, the attractive young woman lifted both her hands to cup her ripe breasts and she began to massage them as she went on. 'He . .

. he told me that he had always wanted to do this to me . . that he loved me, and then he begged me not to tell my mother.

' 'How did you feel when he played with your tits, Denise?' The woman rolled her head from side to side as he posed the question, as though fighting some internal conflict yet to be revealed. Then, she spoke in that tiny voice again, 'I . . .

I liked it . . . he unbuttoned my shirt and touched the nipples of my titties .

. . and I liked it. ' 'Show me, Denise--show me exactly how he touched your titties,' Prinz told her and licked his lips as she began unbuttoning the sheer blouse she wore.

His pulse pounded heavily in his temples as the woman revealed her soft, naked tits and began massaging them lewdly as he looked on. 'What did he do next, Denise?' 'Ohhhh,' she moaned lowly, then said, 'He put his hand on my leg and began rubbing it . . .

he kept rubbing it and I could feel him moving higher and higher. He lifted my skirt and touched me between my legs. ' 'Where did he touch you, Denise? Show me. ' Prinz told her.

Slowly, the woman inched her hand down her body to lift her skirt. As she did, Prinz stood up and walked to stand beside the couch as she moved her hand between her legs and began rubbing her pussy through the thin material of her panties. 'There . .

. ' she moaned as her fingers moved in and out of the cleft of her pussy and Prinz watched in fascination. 'Did he do anything else?' 'Oh, yes!' she exclaimed as she continued stroking herself obscenely. 'He .

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