When my back went out, a friend sent me to her cousin Vera, a doctor-in-training who didn’t charge me because she wasn’t licensed yet, but sure knew what she was doing.

After a few sessions, my back felt much better, but Vera said I should return for regular sessions. I wasn’t paying, and it sure felt fine.

In the fourth week Vera asked me to get naked. She said it was best for therapy. I was soon naked. It felt odd, but arousing. As the treatments continued — twice weekly, always naked (Vera never offered a gown or towel) — I tried to push erotic thoughts out of my mind. I would have been ashamed to admit that I liked the things Vera was doing to me.

In a typical session Vera greeted me with kisses on both cheeks and a soft embrace, then led me through her house to the... Leer Más