Talking to Patti

"I understand you have come to talk to me about what happened two nights ago." Patti says, takes a note pad and puts it in her lap, and looks at me in a very focused way.

"Yes, that's the case. Patti, I am really sorry I..." I begin.

Patti interupts me: "Start from the beginning instead."

"Emmm... Ok, from where do I start?" I ask.

"Start from where you knocked on my door." She replies.

"Ok, I knocked on your door, you were in your lingerie, and you started sucking my cock." I begin.

Patti takes detailed notes, she is blushing a bit, and takes a more formal tone, she says:

"Ok, you entered my room, you noticed I was in a state of partial undress, and you asked me for oral sex. Then what happened?"

"You sucked my cock." I reply.

Patti keeps taking notes, and corrects my language: "I orally copulated you."

"Yes." I respond.

"Then what happened?" Patti asks.

"Well, you orally copulated me so well that I felt close to ejaculating, so I asked you to stop." I respond.

Patti is clearly happy I am using more formal language, so just nods while taking notes and says: "Go on."

"I asked you to bend over the bed, and I entered you." I reply.

"You mean we had vaginal intercourse? Patti asks.

"That is correct." I reply.

"Then what happened?" Patti asks.

"Well, we were both enjoying ourselves a lot, and you reached orgasm." I say.

Patti looks at me over the rim of her glasses, this is clearly the critical point of her questions, and she says:

"Then what happened?"

"Well, as you were orgasming, you were spreading your cheeks, and your back door just looked so inviting, I just had to, you know, penetrate it."

Patti looks very concentrated, and intrigued, and she asks:

"Are you saying my 'back door', to use your words, 'invited' you to penetrate it?"

"That is exactly it." I reply. "It was like it was speaking to me, telling me to enter it."

Patti looks at me and she is very intrigued now. I can tell she is trying to formulate a question, but is taking her time as she wants to get it absolutely right, then she asks:

"Do you feel that female back doors often speak to you that way, inviting you to penetrate them?"

"Yes, it is like they are hypnotising me to enter them." I respond.

Patti nods, chews on her pen and thinks intensively. After almost two minutes have passed, she gets up, takes a book from her bookshelf, looks something up, runs her finger over the page, puts it back in her bookshelf and says:

"Matt, just wait here a second. I will be back shortly."

I nod, say "ok" and Patti gets up from her chair, walks out of the room and closes the door behind her.