Alfred Wallace kept normal hours at his church office. He was not surprised when Beth Anderson sheepishly walked into his office.
"Hi Beth, how are you?" he said as he stood up to greet her.
"Not too well Reverend Wallace," she replied.
"Well tell me what I can do to help," Reverend Wallace said.
"After our counseling session I felt worse than ever. I was so ashamed of you seeing me like that but I was also ashamed of being so weak that I could not let you help me," Beth said and began to cry.
"Come on in and let's talk about this," Reverend Wallace replied and shut the office door. He also made a point to lock it.
Beth sat down in the chair next to his desk.
"I went home and tried to talk to Mike. I did not tell him anything about what we did other than I was thinking of having you counsel me. Mike thought it was a good idea. He said I had too many hang ups and this was hurting our marriage. He said sometimes he did not think we should have gotten married," Beth said and tears began to flow down her cheeks.
"Okay Beth tell me what I can do to help you, What do you want me to do?" he asked.
"I want you to help me learn how to please Mike. I want to make him happy and be a good wife," Beth pleaded.
"What do you want me to do Beth?"
"Can continue with what we began last week? Do you think it would help me be a good wife?" Beth whimpered.
"If you are you sure then we can proceed with the counseling." he said.
"Yes, I am sure. I will do whatever it is that will allow you to help me with my problems at home," Beth answered.
"Okay, if you are sure I have some time right now to work with you. It is up to you."
"I am ready Reverend Wallace."
"Okay Beth as I remembered I had instructed you on what we were going to do. I have to emphasize the fact that everything has to be confidential both for your protection and for mine. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Remember you can stop me at any point by simply telling me to stop."
"Yes, I remember. I will do whatever you tell me."
"We will begin where we left off." Reverend Wallace noticed that Beth was wearing a loose fitting blouse and blue jeans. "Stand her before me." Beth got up moved to where he sat. "Take off the blouse and the jeans," he instructed as she stood directly before him.
Beth complied. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and laid it on the desk. She then unbuttoned her jeans and stepped out of them.
Reverend Wallace looked at Beth. She stood before him and a rather unflattering bra covering her 36C breasts. She also wore white cotton panties. She stood there with her sneakers and white socks.
"How do you feel Beth?" he asked.
"I feel very ashamed of standing here with you looking at my body."
"Do you feel anything else?"
"Not really," she answered.
"Search through your body. Do any parts of your body have any odd sensations such as tingling?"
Beth thought about this and was shocked to notice that her nipples were beginning to harden. The more she noticed this the more her nipples began to respond. Her anxiety level began to rise thinking maybe the Reverend would be able to see her nipples protruding through the bra.
Reverend Wallace watched Beth and knew that she had noticed something.
"What are you feeling Beth?"
"I don't know. I feel kind of funny." Beth almost whispered, "My breasts feel funny."
"How do you breasts feel Beth?" he asked and leaned forward slightly.
"My nipples feel tinglely," Beth said in complete embarrassment.
"Okay that is a good sign. Let me see them."
"What did you say?" Beth asked in amazement.
"Show me your titties," Reverend Wallace said using words that he knew would further shock Beth.
"It would not be right for you to see my titties, I mean my breasts," Beth said quickly correcting her words.
"It would be very therapeutic for you to show me your titties."
Beth looked at the floor and felt tears begin to form in her eyes.
"No Beth I don't want to see tears, I want to see your titties," he said with a tone that indicated his impatience.
Beth reached behind her and began to fumble with the bra. As Beth began to unclasp her bra she was shocked to notice again that her titties were becoming excited. She could not believe that she was excited by the fact she was going to show her minister her titties.
Beth let the bra dropped to the floor. She stood there and allowed Reverend Wallace to have a full view of her breasts.
"Beth, you have lovely titties," Reverend Wallace said.
"Thanks you Reverend," Beth did not know what to say. She watched as the Reverend's eyes drank in the sight of her almost perfect titties. Her brown nipples stood very erect and it was not because of the cold. Beth could feel her entire body tingle as Reverend Wallace's eyes moved across her body.