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Instantly, the therapy office door flew open. Becky, the receptionist, stood frozen in the doorway. Her eyes were glazed, her sensible blouse now impossibly tight, straining over newly voluptuous curves. Her lips were plumped, glossy, and parted slightly. She stared straight ahead, unblinking. The security guard, still trembling on the floor, suddenly gasped. His uniform pants bulged obscenely, fabric straining as his cock visibly thickened and lengthened beneath the cloth, stretching to an impossible fourteen inches. Becky’s head snapped towards him, a predatory focus locking onto the massive tent in his trousers. A low moan escaped her throat.

Dr. Virginia slammed her palms on the desk, trying to reclaim authority. "Fo' shizzle, Becky, this ain't the vibe! We need professional decorum up in this piece!" The moment the word "the" left her lips, Becky moved. She lunged across the room with unnatural speed, dropping to her knees before the guard. Her manicured hands tore at his belt buckle and zipper with frantic urgency. Before anyone could react, she engulfed his entire monstrous erection in one slick, deep motion. The guard threw his head back with a guttural roar of pleasure as Becky began bobbing furiously, gagging sounds mingling with wet, rhythmic slurps. Virginia stared, aghast. "The... the sheer disrespect!" she stammered. Instantly, Becky pulled off the guard's slick cock with a pop, gasped for air, and plunged back down, her suction intensifying at each utterance of "the".

Dave watched, horrified, his own disobedient cock still rhythmically thumping against his chin. *Thump. Thump-thump.* "Stop looking at it!" he yelled at Jessica, trying to shield his face. "It's not a spectator sport!" Jessica merely tilted her head, observing Becky's enthusiastic performance. "Davey, sweetie, it's kinda hypnotic," she mused. "Like a fleshy metronome keeping time." Dave's cock pulsed harder, faster, the thumps becoming sharp, staccato taps against his jawbone. *Tap-tap-tap-tap.*

Dr. Virginia tried to intervene, slamming her fist on the desk. "Fo' shizzle, Becky, cease this unprofessional—" Before she could finish "the," Becky pulled off the guard's glistening length with a wet gasp, inhaled sharply, and plunged back down, taking him deeper than before. The guard arched his back, roaring as Becky's throat convulsed around him. Virginia recoiled. "The... the sheer impropriety!" Each "the" triggered another frantic bob, another wet gagging sound. Becky's eyes rolled back in ecstatic devotion, her movements becoming a ****, sloppy rhythm perfectly synchronized with Virginia's involuntary slang. "Therapeutic boundaries be violated!" Virginia cried, triggering another deep-throat plunge. "The client dynamic be shattered!" *Gag-slurp.* "The ethical framework—" *Gulp-gag.*