"Why is it in your ass?! Because you are a whore!" I announced, now fully consumed by my megalomania. "Say it!" Because.. I.. am... a whore!" she reci...ed reluctantly."Yes, you're a whore! Say it again." I'm a whore!" You're a whore!" I'm a whore!" You're a whore just like your old students had thought!"Her eyes opened in the midst of her orgasm, squinting across the window. I had situated myself directly across her face to where it seemed as if she was staring at me right in the eyes. She knew. He did not have a car. I drove past past the Starbucks, saw him sanding there, pulled over and lowered my window and offered for him to jump in. His name is Josh and he is a real cutie. He told me that i looked even better in person than he expected (good way to score points). I drove him back to my place and we sat in the living room where I told him to undress, sit on the couch and get down to business. Josh removed his shirt first, he was hairless, smooth skin, small build, almost. Pollack calls it Galactorrhea. It's scary. My breasts have all blown up like a nursing mother's, and they give a *lot* of milk. No. No, that's what's so weird about it; I've never been pregnant. And yet, there they are. They hurt terribly if I don't use the breast pump, but the relief never seems to last very long. And if I hear a baby cry, in a supermarket or something, they just *flood*. I wear this, you know, nursing bra to absorb some of it, but the milk just floods in spite of it and my. Then I ran up a black velvet mask and matching black gloves which cover my forearms; I have added a pretty design to my cheeks and my mouth and nose are free. The black velvet is covered around my neck to an old favourite pearl choker which now has black velvet and lace added.Last month wearing this and stockings only I waited to meet an anonymous stranger who I only knew to want me to let him fuck me any way he wanted. He had agreed that I would wear a female condom and allow him to have.