Late!

I wake up in my living room, light shining through the curtains and momentarily blinding me. I yawn and get up, my eyes adjusting to the bright light. Looking back at yesterday, I blush. It was strange for me to be so open about sex, let alone clean the BBC's cock and that woman's snatch. Even thinking about it shocked me to the core, though I could tell that I still enjoyed it.

Looking at my phone, a notification pops up. It was a reminder for me to visit my therapist.

"Oh, fuck!" I shouted, gathering some jeans, panties and a t-shirt. I slide the panties on, yank on the jeans and t-shirt, and grab some shoes. Instead of putting them on, I sprinted out of my apartment, awkwardly hopping about and putting on my sneakers. Dressed, I sprint out of the apartment complex and down the street, heading for the therapist's office with a frantic look on my face.

As the therapist's office is in sight, I slow down to a walk, my energy completely gone. I was exhausted and sweaty, but ignoring that, I staggered to the door of the office. I pushed through the door into the reception and collapse in a heap on a leather couch.