This is a continuation of Joe Doe's story. THE FRIENDLY MAILMAN by C. Lakewood Part 3 Lisa was sprawled on her bed, exhausted, her crotch a gooey mess, when McFeely pushed open the bedroom door, entered, and inquired solicitously, "Are you okay, Lisa?" "Yeeee! Go away!" she yelped, frantically trying to cover herself with the sheet she was lying on -- and failing utterly. Instead, McFeely sat down on the edge of the bed. "You don't really mean that, my dear. You know I AM trying to help you. I see you didn't go to the bathroom after all. Why did you run in here instead?" "I...I...I...." He picked up her big vibrator and waved it at her. "Answer me, you bad little girl." She remained silent. "Very well," he said and started to rise. "Perhaps I'd better go. But I'll stop off and ask some of your neighbors to look in on you...and tell them why." "Wait! No...please." She blanched. "Sir," he said. "I'm sorry, sir. Please stay. I'll answer your questions. But, may I put something on?" "No, you may not. Not until you establish your sincerity. Now, why did you have to dash in here?" "To...to...oh, god!...to ma-asturbate." "If I remember correctly, we were talking about you giving that greaser bellman a blow job. Was it a long, loving blow job? And did you swallow his whole load of cum?" "I had to do it the way he wanted, sir, or he wouldn't have passed on my note." "Be that as it may, answer me." She was breathing heavily and absently fingering her cunt. "Yes, sir. It WAS a long, loving blow job...and I licked his hairy balls...and I swallowed every drop of his cum.... I HAD to." "I see that just talking about it turns you on so much you MUST masturbate." She gasped and snatched her hand away. He held out the vibrator. "Maybe you'd like to use this." "N-n.... Y-yes, sir." She took it hesitently. "Then USE it!" "Yes, sir," she breathed and, after a hesitation, snapped on the big vibrator. Wincing at the noise it made, she glanced at McFeely. "Show your sincerity," he said, implacably. She did. She moved the whirring device onto her cunt. Though very tentative at first, she quickly warmed to her task and soon was playing the vibrator like a virtuosa. McFeely fairly glowed with concern. "And did you also give blow jobs to the guards, Lisa?" "I HAD to, sir," she wailed. "They just kept on s-sp-spanking me and finger-fu...fingering me until I sucked them off...properly.... And s-swallowed.... Unh...unh...unh...." She was cumming. Right in front of him. He twitched away the vibrator half-way through her orgasm and bent over her. "Finger-what?" "You know...sir. Please!" "Yes, but you must say it aloud. Therapy." "They...they...oh, god!...they finger-f-f-fucked me and made me cum and cum and cum...." He kept the vibrator out of her reach. "That's MUCH better. And a lot less mealy-mouthed. "Fuck" and "cum" are perfectly good words and should be part of your everyday vocabulary. You often use some other words that are really quite lame and/or affected -- 'vagina,' for example, 'rectum,' even 'breasts.' I'll bet you don't use such weasel words in conversations with your husband. Do you?" "No, sir...." "So what words DO you use?" "But...well.... I-I usually s-s-say, 'pussy' a-and 'ass' -- or 'brownie' -- a-and 'boobies.'" "'Pussy,' eh? Ever say 'cunt'?" "Th-that's so vulgar...." "Well, it is a delightful little nook, but it's also vulgar, wouldn't you say?" "I-I...." "A vulgar, demanding place that always wants to be filled with something -- fingers, cocks, dildoes.... Yes?" "Y-ye-es, sir." "So what are you going to call it, from now on?" "A-a cunt...my cunt...s-sir." "Good. 'Boobs' and 'boobies' are okay -- like 'tits' and 'titties,' but 'ass' refers to your whole butt, and 'brownie' is just too coy. Say 'asshole' if that's what you mean." "Yes, sir. Although...." "Although?" "Well, my husband and I don't often talk about such things." McFeely nodded. This reaffirmed his conviction that her husband was a wimp. "And that's why I'm here...to be your confidant. You can tell me all the things you wouldn't dare confide in anyone else. Right?" "I guess...." "RIGHT?" "Yes, sir." "So how long were you a prisoner, Lisa?" "TWO DAYS!" That startled even McFeely. "Two days? You were in prison all of 48 hours, and you were handing out blow jobs willy-nilly?" "But I just HAD to." "And did you enjoy sucking all those cocks and drinking all that cum?" She bit her lip and hung her head. "Please. Th-this is so-o humiliating," she whispered. "Well?" "At the time, it was aw-ful.... I think so, anyway. But, well, remem-membring it all is so...so arousing.... I just have to keep...'doing it' or...." "'Doing it'?" He shrugged. "Well, I suppose you can call it pretty much anything you want -- 'cleaning between the camel's toes'...'getting the last pickle out of the jar'...or even just 'stirring the soup.' It all boils down to the same thing: you're a compulsive masturbator, Lisa. How would people react if that ever got out? Whatever would the neighbors say?" She whimpered. "Fortunately, I'm here to help. When's John due back?" "Oh, I don't know...10 days." "In the meanwhile, we'll have to work on modifying that compulsion. I'm going to put you on a quota. From now on, no masturbating without my permission. Understand?" "Yes, but...." "What?" "I-I need to do it...to ma-asturbate...again. Now. Please." McFeely's mind was a-bubble with plans for the next 10 days (and beyond), but he was always a "first-things-first" kind of guy. "Later," he said. "Right now, you need to demonstrate your cocksucking technique...." Lisa nodded and reached for his zipper, an inscrutable expression on her face.