In a nice comfy chair in your office

Your sleeping mind distorts Sophie’s muffled screams as you fall back into a dream. The inner space of the caravan switches to white walls, and the chair you are sitting on changes into a very large armchair. In front of you, Sophie’s messy blonde hair and red, swollen eyes are replaced by a neatly dressed woman in formal pants.

You are now sitting beside your desk, and at your side is a large sofa with a woman seated on it, talking.

“Ahhh, Doctor, I don’t know what else to do. My life is in complete shambles. I think my husband doesn’t love me anymore, and I swear my daughter just turned 18. They might leave me alone with him any day now. And then what will I do? It’s hard for me to admit, but the thought of ending it all has passed through my mind many times.”

Your sleeping mind distorts Sophie’s muffled screams as you fall back into a dream. The inner space of the caravan switches to white walls, and the chair you are sitting on changes into a very large armchair. In front of you, Sophie’s messy blonde hair and red, swollen eyes are replaced by a neatly dressed woman in formal pants.

You are now sitting beside your desk, and at your side is a large sofa with a woman seated on it, talking.

“Ahhh, Doctor, I don’t know what else to do. My life is in complete shambles. I think my husband doesn’t love me anymore, and I swear my daughter just turned 18. They might leave me alone with him any day now. And then what will I do? It’s hard for me to admit, but the thought of ending it all has passed through my mind many times.”

Looking at her, you see a modestly dressed redhead. Still disoriented from waking up in this strange environment, you look down at your hands. There sits a plaque with your patient’s information. She is Sarah, 36 years old. She has two daughters, 18 and 19, and is clinically diagnosed with depression in additional information you see she as double DDs, is sexually frustrated and her daughter seem to be keeping more their distance from her.

As she continues to speak endlessly, you think about how to handle this.

“Yesterday I was watching television, and the woman in the advertisement seemed so happy. I thought, why can’t I be like that ....”

“Sheesh, okay. It seems very clear what is happening to you. No need to keep going.”

She sits up on the sofa. “Really? You know what can help me?”

You look at her with a reassuring smile. She begins to form tears in her eyes.

“Oh, darling, it’s okay. Everything is going to be fine.”

“But how, Doctor? What am I going to do?”

"Of course! Tell me, Sarah, when was the last time you gave your husband a blowjob? "

She's completely taken aback by your question, " A blowjob? I mean ... I'm not sure... It might have been a couple of days ago?"

"A COUPLE OF DAYS!!!! ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU DON'T SUCK YOUR HUSBAND EVERYDAY MORNING, NOON AND DINNER? "

"WHAT?!! EVERY DAY? But my husband doesn’t even like my blow jobs that much, it would be crazy to do it every day"

"I see, I see." You look at her with a reassuring smile. "It seems you were never taught how to give proper blow jobs are lacking in skill and that is why your marriage as bin failing, I want to make sure you understand this has nothing to do with your husband avoidance or your daughter mistreating of you this. This is all completely your fault and your mother for not teaching you properly."

You see Sarah start to form tears in her eyes. “Oh my god, of course it's all my fault. What am I going to do?."

"O darling, It's okay, everything is going to be fine. Don’t you worry, I will teach you everything you need to know. How to suck, to lick to throat. You will learn to polish a ball sack, clean a cock, to hold your breath. You will be made to gargle and swallow cum until it becomes your favorite drink, I promise! You are in good hands."