Not Until The Hour Is Up

Amy and I moved to the living room, leaving Jane strapped into the chair.

"Fuck, that was hot," said Amy. "I think it would be sexier if we could tie her legs so they were spread wide, though."

"Good idea, Amy. I'll see if I can set that up. That was super hot, but I'm really going to miss the other things Jane was doing for me. I think I need to find some more women. Do you know anybody?"

"Therapists often lead pretty isolated lives, I'm afraid," she replied. "And other than Lynne, my current clients aren't going to be too interesting to you. Jane and you must have friends though?"

"Yeah, I don't know if I feel ready for that," I said. "Maybe I'll ask Lynne. Speaking of -- how did the session go?"

"Oh, it went well," said Amy. I made up a chart with all the slut skills I could think of and we went through each one and talked about it. Then for the rest of the session we practiced deep-throating a dildo."

"Hah, I thought so. You seemed better at sucking cock today. Also, I forgot to ask, did Lynne ever set up that threesome that she was supposed to?"

"Oh, yes. I went over last week and spent the night. He seems a little shy -- I was thinking we'd do something dirty but it ended up just being a bit of lesbian sex and a double-team blowjob."

"You've gotta start somewhere."

We finished our beers and then I said, "Well, before I let Jane out, I'd like you to try her out again, this time facing the other way."

Amy smiled. "I'd love to," she said.