She had light brown skin and unruly curls. She didn't look like my type, to be honest. I don't mind a bigger woman but she was bigger than I thought I...cared for back then. She wore flip flops and jeans that didn't reach her ankles. Maybe they were supposed to be capris. They weren't high end enough for that. Her shirt had gone through the wash too many times.The barista handed me my coffee concoction and I walked in the direction of the door.Something made me turn around. I walked up to her. And boy could Anna Havel cook. One month earlier she’d been diagnosed with liver cancer. So many students and faculty had lined up to see her that the hospital had to impose special restrictions on visitors. Not a day went by when cards and flowers were not delivered to her room. It was reported that the hideously expensive treatment, thankfully covered by Broadmoor’s expansive medial insurance, was working. ‘She threatened to fire you, take away the insurance, unless you did this.’ Professor. It was true. Billy's spit was more precious than anything I had ever had in my useless mouth. What made me think I could just have his wonderful delicious young thug spit? > "May I please worship your feet and toes, Sir?" I begged, swinging my dick and balls for the camera. > "Jesus, how fucking disgusting. Yeah, go ahead." Billy wasn't much of an actor. > I put my face down to the floor and his large sweaty feet. I gently lick the top of each foot and then in between the toes. Then I picked up. After that I really fell asleep it was noon when I got up, I had to miss my college. When I got up, my mom was not there beside me, I searched for her and found her in kitchen, she had worn the same nighty and was preparing lunch, I went straight to her as if nothing had happened and told her that she had to take rest for at least couple of days and then she can do all this. She just smiled at me and said that she was fine and she had got the medicine what she wanted and there.