He was so matter-of-fact. He'd already told me he had lots of time. Saying it again just seemed sort of normal.And he said: "The next step in my induc...ion is to let her realize how tired she really is. She doesn't know, you see. She studies so hard, and she's so tired all the time, that she just sort of keeps on going and going; and until she focuses on something, something like the watch, and she relaxes completely, then it's not until now that she finally realizes how very, very tired she. My Slut Laura,You would come to my motel room dressed in a skin tight mini-skirt thatbarely covers your ass, cocksucker red lipstick, a tube top, thigh highfishnet stockings and 5'' spike heels. In short, the whole streetwalker look. I let you in the room and wrap my arms around you, pullingyou to me and kissing you on the lips. I slide my tongue into yourmouth and taste you while sucking on your tongue. I grind my crotchagainst yours letting you feel my hard erection as I rub it againstyour. How is that possible? How can someone have sex and not know it or remember it? I’m the type of guy who can remember every time I masturbated and who it was I masturbated over. I chalked it all up to a side effect of the triazolam combined with nitrous oxide. Those are such mind altering and mind controlling drugs and never having had them before, I figured that was it, no doubt. Only, as the days passed, I had a sick realization that the doctor and his wife had used me and my body to satisfy. In the darkness of the hotel room it seemed split in two by her black panties. “So what happens tomorrow?” she asked, still smiling.“God, who knows?” I moaned as I folded my hands behind my head.“Do we all just go our separate ways or what?” she demanded. “I’m still gonna live next door to you when we all go home tomorrow…” she trailed off.I looked up at her eyes. “So what are you saying?”“Nothing.” She paused. “Just that I’m still not looking for anything serious, so after what the three.