Therapy in the hand, panties on the ground!

The next morning the two lovebirds could barely move. They were literally broken. They felt physical pain. "They weren't supposed to think about sex for at least a week," Nina stated in her mind as they got ready to face the sunny day in central Rome.

"Shall we go down for coffee, Nina?" Or go up to the terrace? The day is beautiful! We can swim, do what you want.

“I don't know if you've noticed, my dear Rich, but I don't have a dress anymore, no panties, and I don't even know if I have any more dignity.

"So how are you going to get out of this room now?" David said smiling as he finished dressing.

"Do you doubt that if I really want to leave I'll just go in a towel?"

David looked at her for a moment and said, "No. I don't doubt it." Nina smiled smugly.

Nina opened his wardrobe, found a white button-down shirt that would tie and shorten it, tried on his pants, and found that two of them could fit inside. She looked for a pair of nail scissors in her purse and turned one of his pants into a skirt, with the rest of the fabric she made a wide belt, which she tied around her waist letting a bow fall in the middle of the now feminine garment. With another piece of fabric from his pants, he tied another bow in his hair, leaving it high, on top of his head. Dave was amazed at how in a few minutes she solved the problem of her clothes, while chattering nonstop, telling about her poor childhood in Brazil.

The two went up to the terrace, and Nina kept looking from side to side apprehensively. The sun was radiant. Nina was wearing David's glasses and one of his hats.

“Stop worrying weird. Nobody will come here. It's reserved just for the two of us. Relax! Your private life is saved.

During the meal Nina noticed him silent, thoughtful. She asked what ailed her. He replied that everything was fine, but she knew that something about her attitude was bothering him.

'Dave. I know we talked a lot yesterday. It's all solved. It's okay between us, but, there's something you're not saying. And I know it has to do with the fact that I don't want to go out with you in public. Tell me, please! I'm going to be your therapist this week. Let's be our therapists.

"Are you going to use a couch and put on some sexy glasses?"

"If that helps, yes." So go ahead, get it out!

"It pisses me off so much you get paranoid thinking we're going to be seen together." And?

— Listen to me carefully Mom's beautiful baby: What woman wouldn't throw herself at your feet? From the waitress, taxi driver, to the president of the republic? I know you are harassed. It didn't follow your career, but I know it is. And the worst thing about it is not just because you are famous and rich, even if you were poor... it's your appearance: your face, your teeth, your hair, your eyes... those eyes! your body…” Nina spoke, praising him as she rolled her eyes. He smiled, “Even if you didn't train as much because of your movie roles, I think you'd still be hot.

"I would have joined the armed forces." Where do you want to go with this messy conversation? Why don't you just tell me what you want to tell me? David asked.

"So... It would be nice just the same." It's you people like.

- Less you? David asked.

- Except me? Where did you get that from? I told you yesterday that I'm in love and you're messing with my structure. You already fucked my head. It's late! What do you want me to say? That I will die? No I won't. Life goes on! And I won't even comment on this adventure with anyone later. Scout word!

He laughed once more at the gestures she made as she finished her sentences.

Nina continued to chatter:

— Okay, go! No hard! What would a person like you want with a person like me? Your world is so different from my world! I can't even begin to mention the differences, I would be here all day.

"And doesn't that turn you on?" Isn't it nice to be different? David asked.

Nina didn't respond.

"So are we going to be okay?" proposed David. Let's drink some wine, let's play therapy, I sit there in that sun chair, you lie down by the pool very comfortably and we do therapy. Wasn't it therapy you wanted? Well then, you put my glasses on and we can start...

Back in the bedroom, David was already back with that smile from ear to ear as he watched Nina dressed in his clothes. The white button-down shirt fit perfectly as a dress, which she tied with his belt around her waist; she made a messy bun, and put on her glasses.

Now it would be Nina's turn to propose a game. David would have to tell about his childhood, about his traumas, fears and insecurities. One would have to talk openly about a problem, and the other would have to analyze it. They couldn't touch or come when it was the other's turn to speak. Nina already spoke openly about any topic, while he was still a little reserved.

And that's how David Nichols and Nina Dahl spent the day laughing and bullshitting with each other. The “fights” between him were never serious!

"It's true, I swear it!" I think people don't like me. They like a character, a person who doesn't exist, someone they made up. They like the physique, the face, a paper in a movie or an image in the social headlines,” David would say, initiating the “session,” while Nina was sitting bolt upright in her chair, holding a notebook and pen. She made sure to adjust her glasses between questions while he looked at her in a totally different way, explicitly excited!

"Ah, so that's what you like, isn't it?" Want to have sex with the therapist? Nina whispered, pushing David onto the bed. She tied David's hands with a handkerchief and placed them above his head. She asked him several questions as she undressed him with her mouth. He could barely concentrate, but according to the rules she had explained, that was the purpose of the game. He had to answer even though she did with his cock sinking into her throat. And I couldn't touch her.

"Oh, of course that's not true!" You only talk about childhood insecurity and bullying to encourage people who suffer from it! It is not? Nina said, biting her stomach gently.

- Is not true. I swear to you! David insisted as he squirmed. — When I say this in the media I am serious, not playing a character.

Nina stopped laughing. She put a serious look on her face and, looking at him through her glasses, straightened herself in her chair.

"What's your analysis?" David asked slyly.

Nina approached him on the bed and he tried to cover her eyes with a hotel sleeping mask. She panicked, couldn't stand to be tied up or deprived of her senses. Now it was his turn to torture her while she spoke, unable to touch him.

"Please don't tie me up!" No masks, ok? I am the therapist and you are the patient...

- He is well.

“You have to be modest on camera, David. Even off screen you have a role to play, you are a media character, even in private life. Although you use your real name, it cannot be your real self, as everything has consequences in your life. You are a person of flesh and blood, like any other person, but you are charged a lot for it. You are a product of the industry. - David lifted her blouse leaving her breasts showing, she no longer had panties under those clothes. And while she spoke he devoured her with his mouth.

"What else, Nina?" Can't stop talking. Nina moaned.

"A human can always make mistakes!" The difference is getting it wrong with a bunch of spotlights broadcasting around the world and giving thousands of people the opportunity to openly express their opinions in public. This can cause a lot of controversy and a lot of headaches. It affects business, contracts and everything an artist does.” David listened intently as he felt her tongue dance every inch between her trembling legs.

"And what do you suggest?" he asked, almost moaning, hearing his own smacks from the kisses he pressed between Nina's legs. He knew how turned on she was.

- I suggest that you continue to be careful for the rest of your life, as it is full of phases. But when it comes to you, whatever is done and said will still be there on social media in a few years, even when one of the phases of your life passes. And maybe you think or do something today that will be recorded, but a few years from now you may have changed your mind, and be a different person. And what was said or done can haunt you for the rest of your life.

Nina sat on top of him and he took off her glasses, saying:

"So the bottom line is: Don't let the fear of making a mistake make you a prisoner within your own life!" She kissed him slowly on the tip of his nose. “Everyone makes mistakes. You're not everyone, but you can suffer and feel like anyone else.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Be careful of scandals, yes, but don't stop living! And if gossip here and there is inevitable, learn to use it to your advantage. Take lessons not to repeat the same mistakes, and live! - And kissed him on the lips almost without touching right.

David was looking at her curiously. He struggled trying to kiss her. He asked:

"Why don't you kiss me right away?" Said she's already fucked! Why hesitate? Why do you expect such a pleasure. You do not know what you're missing.

"Did you finish all this while licking me, did you?" Stay focused, Rich! "She put the blindfold on him and began to put pieces of ice on his body while she philosophized:

“Well…you're such a perfectionist that you got sick for it. He worked relentlessly without resting. I know any actor who aspires to his position would do the same, of course! But even an intelligent, dedicated person like you, who doesn't let opportunities pass while he's in the spotlight, should enjoy what he's achieved. Nina ran the tip of her tongue around his giant cock.

“What do you mean, Nina? That little smile at the corner of his mouth was there again as his body squirmed from the ice and the touch of her tongue.

“You built an empire,” Nina said, sucking only the tip of his cock. "It earned its place in the sun during its passage through this world." But you don't enjoy life! His mouth moved up and down the length of his cock. It was hard without being able to use your hands — Of course you must have a nice apartment, an expensive car, stuff like that, but you don't feel free! He doesn't go to shows, he doesn't go around without worrying about the paparazzi.

“There's no way to walk around without security, because of them and the fans. David told her, almost coming.

— You like to drink, but you can't go out there and get drunk with some teenage friends, because the next day there could be thousands of photos of your face stamped everywhere in the media. You like clubbing and there was even an article about you going to LGBT nightclubs... - Nina now trying to swallow her cock, she stopped when she realized he couldn't take it, and continued to talk in an attempt to distract him.

— You feel like playing the “New House” sometimes, the “Don Juan”, but you don't do it for fear of scandals. No wonder you've been emotionally shaken. You are not made of iron! You have to live longer. What is the use of having honor and glory if you lose your soul? You have to use your free time to do common things. You have to let go of the pressure of being who you are once in a while,” Nina concluded, sucking each toe into her mouth.

Nina removed the blindfold from her eyes. David was about to break the rules of the game and attack her right there. Nina reminded him that they gave their words. His heart sped up even more when he felt he would be forced to contain his sexual urges. He couldn't calm down. At that time he looked at her in that way that left her surrendered.

“No. David, no!

He shook his head, hunched his shoulders, stretched his neck from side to side, and came to.

After lying next to each other for a while, she ended the therapy session. Nina made it clear all the admiration she and the rest of the world felt for him as an artist, and as a person until then, he would no longer need to worry about his feelings.

"He's healed, soldier!"

"So can I attack you now?"

- Not yet. No touches! Everything but hands.

In the midst of relaxed, passive conversations, she was trying to find a way to say that she just wanted to put him at ease in the world that was his alone. She wanted to leave the hotel. I wanted a break.

“The session is closed, David Nichols. You're almost healed,” Nina joked again, fiddling with her glasses and putting the hotel room chair back. "Now I'll let you rest after this appointment, give you space." I'm going to go out for a bit, walk around and meet my friends.

David pulled her into his arms at once and began kissing her entire body quickly sucking her breasts with excellence, with precision, causing burning, small aches, and many moans of excitement. In the blink of an eye she was totally open wide with him wedged in between her slippery insides, her legs high with her high pointe shoes dangling. Her hair in a bun and the "psychoanalysis glasses" on her face made her look even sexier. The black-eyed David was present again, filling her with his cum, dragging her legs back to him every time she tried to get away. Nina was crying with pleasure. I had never experienced such a rejoicing feeling. He had finished what he had not been able to finish until the moment she had decreed that the session was over. The two loved each other all night playing patient and psychiatrist. Nina had no way out of being so exhausted! He looked possessed, and so possessed her all night long.

The next day, Nina tiptoed out in the morning, leaving David to sleep. She went to find her friends. It would be a long time before she was back at Rich's resort. He wrote a note saying he would return with his suitcase, and ordered him to enjoy the day without it.

Signed: Your private sex therapist, uniquely and exclusively yours!

He found Lyon and Kara at the hotel, then walked around town. She felt safe knowing that her friends were nearby, that all she had to do was scream that they would come to her rescue. They sat in a cafe in the late afternoon, where they had a great time.

Lyon recounted his adventures in flirting with Italians, and Kara didn't miss a chance to tell a joke about something she had experienced. The mood was partying between them. Nina forgot the time when they were together, they really loved each other, they were faithful friends.

Kara and Leo, showed Nina all the handpicked stories, which highlighted how all the women who had ever been involved with Rich had been handled. Thousands of attacks on social networks, passionate fans did not cease fire! They separated the files on the phone, and were preparing her for possible upheavals in her life. They knew their best friend, and they knew that if what they thought was really to come, Nina would be devastated by such exposure.

They forwarded the research dossiers to Nina's email, who had to say goodbye to her friends and return to David's arms, who kindly sent a car to pick her up at the end of the day.