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Hello horny readers. Your favorite therapist is back, with a rather interesting subject for my slutty, sexy, therapist couch.
Now, you know the usual subject. There was Maggie and Shannon and Hannah and Pia in the past. And while they are all super sexy in their own vulnerable and helpless way – an uncle here, a stepdaddy there, an evil auntie here, a neighbor there, a mean cousin (hi Hannah, we’ll never forget your sexy tears!!) – they all have a certain something in common. Namely, they all loved seducing much older men into their wet, warm, inviting, tiny holes, and then they loved pretending it was something they didn’t want.
Now, helping them understand it was something they did want, and being a filthy, disgusting whore is their highest and best use is always fun and fulfilling. I help these girls figure out their lives, and I give something to you guys to jerk off to forever because the internet, like damaged girls’ psyches, is, well, forever. So, Hannah’s molested cunt, Shannon’s special date nights, Maggie’s tears and fears, all forever and ever and ever.

But as fun as they are –

and they are all fucking fun, damaged and exposed girls are the best, especially when they get no say – I’ve always wondered what it would be like to get a girl on the couch coming to terms with doing the damaging.
Well, wonder no more, because a certain molesting mom named Polly came to me recently begging for the Laylene treatment. Most Polly’s want a cracker, but this Polly wanted to know how she can improve the state of her interfamily relationships with the males in the Polly family.
Well, you came to the right place, Polly, but I’ll need some details, I told her.
When did you first see a cock, I asked. Something about a birthday that starts with “sweet” came the response. I laughed. Now Polly, I told her, every girl knows what a cock looks like by the time they are sweet, so what’s the real answer. Polly shuddered and then offered a single-digit number, but I sensed some ongoing hesitancy. What’s the real number, Polly? Rotate infinity ninety degrees and we now have a starting point for our story.
And who was the owner of the special cock that changed Polly’s life at infinity rotated ninety degrees? My dad, Polly meekly replied.
It’s always the dad, isn’t it, I thought. And I got ready for another Maggie or Shannon sort of experience, but then a major plot twist.
And how long till you let your dad use your body like his own personal Fleshlight, I asked.
Well, it took a few months, but first I practiced with my brother………

I know you can’t wait for Part Two so click here to read more of Therapist Laylene’s time with Polly.

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