I have been m*********** in front of my therapist. For my past two sessions I sat on his couch, played back and talked about s** the whole time. I hoped my legs and rubbed my clot and unbuttoned my blouse and pinched my n******. During my entire 30 minute session he watched my o***** over and over. He said its confidential and therapeutic. His timer goes off, I get myself together and go out to my husband in the lobby. My husband thinks my theropy must be working I am more relaxed or s** life has improved 200%.
