Everyone abandoned me, including my husband. The lobbyists, all of them on the PALMs payroll, testified before the city council that I had abused my o...fice for them in exchange for sexual favors and drugs. I was impeached and disgraced. Everyone expected me to go curl up in a corner and die of shame.But I didn't.I took to the streets. The very wave of crime and decadence I had sought to purge from my city became my sanctuary, my sanatorium, my womb. The whores and junkies welcomed me into their. And I had my own needs, dammit. ‘Face it, Professor,’ I mumbled to myself. ‘You need to get yourself laid or you are not going to be any good to anyone.’ For although I piously told my students that intercourse was not necessary for sexual satisfaction, I knew very well that if I didn’t get a good reaming by a hard cock on a regular basis my general attitude would suffer. But they were just not ready yet, and if they could wait, I should be able to do the same, right? Wrong. I enjoyed playing. I want it in my mouth, against my tits, and deep inside me. But we both have work in the morning, and I know I shouldn't wake him. I should be asleep too, so that I'll be up in time for class and coherent at work. But fuck, I'm so wet. I just want him to fuck me.I rustle in the bed a little, "accidentally" making some noise to see if he'll wake up. He stirs briefly, but rolls over. If he only knew what I wanted from him right now, I'd bet he'd wake up. We've been married almost five years now,. It was exceedingly rare for anyone to visit me, aside from FedEx, or UPS, that is. Opening the wide front door, I found Amelia standing and looking at me. She seemed different. It took me a moment to catch on. Amelia was wearing a lemon-yellow dress, white ankle socks and sandals. Her hair was lustrous. Big, beautiful eyes filled with hope stared from behind frameless glasses. She tilted her head. A puff of air passed through my brain. My thoughts vanished.“Hi,” I said, concentrating on her.