Chapter 245 Healing Process (4)

• Another session brought his hand to cup her crotch over her pants, pressing firmly against her heat, feeling the puffiness of her lips through the denim. She moaned softly, her hips shifting instinctively toward the pressure. “It’s arousing… my clit’s throbbing now,” she said, emotions of liberation washing over her as they dissected the sensations without judgment.
• These “testing sessions,” as he called them, became a cherished routine—his hands roaming her clothed body with increasing familiarity, exploring her responses in detail: “Any triggers here? How does this pleasure compare?” Her answers grew more explicit and enthusiastic, emotions of empowerment and growing attraction toward him weaving into the fabric of their interactions, turning therapy into something profoundly intimate.
• Then came a pivotal escalation. “To help you confront and desensitize to phallic imagery directly,” he explained calmly, “I’d like to show you my penis and observe your reactions.” Standing before her, he unzipped his pants slowly, revealing his semi-erect cock. It hung heavy at first, then twitched and grew under her wide-eyed gaze, thickening to its full 7.5 inches of girth, the prominent veins pulsing along the shaft, the smooth head flaring invitingly with a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip, his balls hanging full and pendulous below. Emotions hit Jenna in waves: initial fear from the reminder of violation, quickly giving way to fascination and a curious arousal, her pussy clenching not in pain but in intrigued response.