have Carol describe her new fetish

"So, Carol," said Dr. Morgan, "tell me what a night home with you in the pony girl outfit is like."

Carol burned with shame. She couldn't make eye contact. "Well, I dress up in the outfit."

"Complete with butt-plug horse tail?" asked Dr. Morgan to add to her shame.

"Yes...then I have my lover ride me...I have to choose a guy who's not to big, and he can't put all his weight on my back. He...uh...smacks my ass...with a riding crop, and...I whinny and neigh into the bit. It ends with him...um...taking me from behind."

"Interesting, and the infant fetish?"

"I...I have to suck...I mean do oral on the man as if I'm...um...sucking a pacifier. I then...wet my diaper..."

"What was that?" asked Dr. Morgan, though he had heard her.

"Wet my diaper," said Carol, blushing and slightly trembling.

"Does your lover change you?"

"Um...no...I can't bring myself to...um...have him do that."

"Does that turn your on...doing oral on him and wetting yourself?"

"Yes," said Carol barely audibly.

"Well, Carol, the fact you are now home alone, divorced with both kids in college, and you are in your sexual prime is causing this. You are craving companionship, and that combined with you hitting your sexual peak is causing this. I say embrace it for now. I'd like to visit you in your home this weekend...let's say Friday night. Is that OK?" he asked knowing the answer.

"Yes, Doctor Morgan."

"Very good. Pay the receptionist Mindy," said Dr. Morgan, pushing a thought in Carol's mind that she would be dressed in her slutty private school girl outfit Friday night.

After Carol left, Dr. Morgan came in Jenny's mouth again. "OK, that's enough. I want you to practice your oral skills this week, Jenny. Now get out."

Jenny crawled out. She was horny, wet, and breathing heavily. She got up and left without looking at Dr. Morgan.

"Mindy, who's next?"