Marc opened his eyes to unfamiliar surroundings as a dim light poured through the curtained windows. He found himself lying stretched out naked on a bed. On either side of him, a soft warm body lay close. He turned his head to the right to find the teenaged Cindy snuggled to his chest, her arm thrown across him, her head on his shoulder. She was breathing deeply and evenly. On the other side, he found the girl's stepmother lying in much the same position with her head on his shoulder; her left hand held his prick warmly and her leg was thrown over his. It wasn't until Marc tried to disengage himself from the sleeping bodies that he found his wrists were tied to either side of the bed and he was bound spread-eagled between them. He experienced a moment of panic as he realized they had captured him-and thoughts of the police, an irate husband, the publicity, came to him. Then the panic passed as he understood. If that had been their intention, he would not be waking here, between them in bed! Evidently, he had passed out the night before and they had brought him here for the same purpose as he had had in tying them up. He moved his hand and found it was tied loosely and he smiled as he bent his wrist slightly and was able to release himself.
Easily, he moved his arm from beneath Barbara and untied his other hand as the woman stirred beside him. She fluttered her eyelids and lifted her head kiss her softly as she rubbed her pussy against his leg. As she moved, Cindy awoke and she stretched sensuously like a lazy cat beside Marc. She saw Barbara kissing him and she scooted down in the bed to take hold of his prick in her warm young hand. She licked out and touched the head of his cock as Barbara began to manipulate it up and down; then she took the length of it into her mouth and sucked it softly.
As their lips parted, Marc looked into the woman's eyes and asked her, "Why didn't you call the police?"
She removed her hand from his swelling prick as the girl sucked it lovingly and told him, "Because I felt that was what you wanted us to do… like you wanted to be caught." She shook her head. "You don't need to go to jail. No man who makes love the way you do needs to be a rapist, either," and she kissed him again. She forced her warm tongue into his mouth and he accepted it as he felt his prick throb in the girl's mouth.
"I… I don't understand," he admitted as her lips left his.
Barbara looked at him and shook her head, "Neither do I… but I know that I want your telephone number." She blushed lightly and added, "Cindy and I talked quite a bit last night after we brought you in here-we, ah… that is, we've decided that when Pete goes out of town, we don't have to be bored…"
"You mean that you'd… "
"Yes," she answered before he could even ask.
"Well I'll be damned!" he exclaimed and gathered her into his arms to kiss her passionately as the girl licked the underside of his prick and held his balls gently in her soft, young hand.
It was well after dark when Marc dressed finally. He slipped into his jacket and glanced at the leather gloves lying next to the chair. He smiled inwardly as he picked them up and slapped them across his open palm. Cindy and Barbara walked him to the door and he kissed them both gently as he prepared to leave.
"You'll call me, then?" Barbara asked anxiously.
"Of course… I've got a-couple of friends who live on the beach… perhaps we can all get together next weekend if your husband's going to be out of town."
"The lesbian couple you told us about?" Cindy queried as she rubbed the front of his trousers.
"Jamie and Marty… I think you'll like them," he said, and ran his hand under the short gown the girl wore to cp the cheek of her naked ass. He kissed each of them softly and smiled as Barbara opened the door for him and stood aside as he walked out.
The night air was clear and crisp and Marc walked briskly to the Chevy parked a short distance away. His life had taken a sudden turn and it was difficult for him to believe that so much had taken place in just three short weeks since he had first seen Dr. Andrea Murtaugh. And as he thought about her, a rush of excitement coursed through his body-his appointment was for for the next day, but somehow it didn't seem necessary for him to keep it. He hadn't had a headache in over two weeks, and other things had been resolved for him too. That he didn't understand them fully was of no matter; that the old feelings were gone was enough for Marc Andrews as he started the engine of his automobile and pulled away from the curb. He drove slowly toward the parking lot where his Porsche was parked and thought about his job-even it had taken on aspects of something new as he realized he would have Lorna there with him every day-and probably Sandy, too, if he so wished. Now, all he wanted was a good night's sleep and the time to think. Only one thing remained before he put away his leather gloves and sold the Chevy… and that would be accomplished soon enough.
Felicia answered the telephone at five minutes of five; she recognized Marc's voice as he asked to speak to Dr. Murtaugh, and she put him through.
"Marc," Andrea questioned, "where are you? I've been expecting you any minute."
"Sorry I've hung you up, really… something important came up and I didn't have the chance to call earlier to cancel my appointment."
"Cancel?" she asked.
"Yes, Andrea… so much has happened I don't know where to begin. But my feelings on so many things have changed-almost overnight." He laughed lightly, "I haven't had a headache in nearly two weeks and… and so much more. I feel great, really, and I owe it all to you."
"But Marc, don't you think it's a little soon to to terminate our relationship?"
"Oh, I have no intention of doing that… it's just that something I've wanted to do for several weeks has come up and I really can't put it off."
"Well, whatever it is, you sound exuberant about it, and that's a good sign!" she told him emphatically.
"Thanks for understanding… I'll tell you all about it next Monday, okay?"
"Certainly, Marc… and let me say this-I'm happy you're feeling so well."
"So am I, Doctor… so am I."
Andrea hung up the phone and looked up to find Felicia smiling at her. "It works! It actually works, Felicia!"
"The telephone?" the younger woman asked facetiously.
"No-the technique! That was Marc Andrews, he cancelled his appointment… he was absolutely bubbling!"
She shrugged, "Psychosexual analysis… too bad you can't report it to the American Psychiatric Association."
Andrea laughed and reached out to run her hand up the back of the woman's leg. Her fingers moved from the sheer material of her stockings to her naked thigh as Felicia moved closer and she told her huskily, "It's the fastest breakthrough I've ever made with a patient and I could care less about the Association!"
Felicia spread her legs as Andrea's hand moved between them to stroke her naked pussy. She reached out and touched the woman's head and smiled. "I'm happy if you're happy," she said as Andrea's fingers touched the hair-lined lips of her cunt.
"That's what I told him… " she said wistfully, and licked her lips as Felicia lifted her short skirt.
"Make me happy. Andrea… make me happy," she said thickly as the psychoanalyst stared at her cunt, a look of lust on her face.
"I will, darling… then I'm going to go home and soak in my tub for simply hours-would you like to join me?"
Felicia moved her hips sensuously before the woman's face and shook her head lightly, "I wish I could, but I've promised my sister, Lisa, I'd take her shopping tonight-she's getting married next week, you know."
Andrea sighed heavily and nodded as she leaned forward to nuzzle the woman's pubic bush; then she kissed the pouting lips of her pussy. "Guess I'll just have to spend the evening alone,… "
"There'll be other nights, Andrea… many, many of them. Suck my pussy for me… make me come," she said, and pulled the woman's face into her crotch as she hunched her hips forward. "Yessss… Oh, God, yes, Andrea… lick my clit!"
And as she did, Andrea Murtaugh thought again about the rapid break-through with Marc Andrews and she wondered idly what it was that had made him sound so excitedly happy-and what had happened that would take precedence over his appointment.
Marc walked leisurely around the plush apartment as he sipped the mellow wine. It was fast getting dark and he knew the person he waited for would not be long in coming-and as he paced, his excitement grew, for this would be his last encounter by force. He had decided that the night before, lying alone and relaxed in his bed. The last rape, he thought absently and took another swallow of the wine. He glanced at the clock on the far wall and as the hands nearly six, he heard a key in the door. He set the glass and walked rapidly to the apartment's entrance foyer and stood in the darkness beside the door. As it opened, he saw a slender hand reach for the light switch, to throw it.
"Oh, damn!" Andrea Murtaugh cursed when the foyer lights failed to come on. She stepped in to the darkened apartment and closed the door to lock it and sighed heavily just before a gloved hand closed about her mouth and another took hold of her arm.
"Don't resist, Andrea… you won't be harmed," a soft voice told her, It was somehow familiar, yet she couldn't place it. She felt her hands tied expertly behind her back, and then something was slipped over her eyes to cut off her vision.
"Wh… what do you want?" she asked in a fearful tone.
Marc cupped her full breasts as he pressed his body against hers. He moved his hips sensuously and rubbed his swollen prick against her soft ass cheeks and said lowly, "I just want to repay you… for everything."
Andrea shuddered as she felt her assailant's cock pressing against her ass, and a chill went through her body as she felt gloved hands raise her skirt and take hold of the elastic waistband of her panties. She gasped as a gloved finger entered her cunt and stroked her gently, and she wondered: Repay me for what?