It's not like he's ethical

"That's another patient," said Dr. Darke.

"Oh my god, did she hear all of this?"

"Oh, no. Don't worry about that. She has noise-cancelling headphones on. She's in there to overcome her fear of the dark. Listen: Millie can you hear me?!"

There was not a sound from the closet.

"Oh, good," said Madison. She pumped Darke's cock some more. "Want me to switch to my hair?"

"Sounds good."

Madison wrapped a handful of her soft, silky hair around his cock and started to jack him off. "Where are you going to....you know...."

"Ejaculate?"

"Yes."

"In your hair of course. It's OK. Just brush it in. No one will notice."

"Oh, OK." She jacked Dr. Darke off for a few more minutes until he came in her hair.

After he finished, he zipped up. "Tomorrow's Friday. I want you to go out to a nice bar."

"I don't drink."

"Did I say you had to? You can drink soda water or a mock-tail. If a guy hits on you, strike up a conversation. If you like him, offer him a hairjob someplace private, like your car or his car, and see how it goes. I want you to come back in two weeks. Tell no one of the specifics of your therapy but recommend me to any friends you think could use therapy."

"Thanks." Morgan brushed the cum into her hair and went to the receptionist to make her next a appointment.

Dr. Darke opened his closet door. Millie was a sweaty mess sitting in a puddle of her own juices. "You were a naughty girl, Millie."