The wedding is next month,” I said.“Oh. Well we need to get this chart changed. What is your last name, please?”“It’s Orlovsky.”“Sasha O...lovsky?” He asked checking out her definite Asian features.“Mom was Japanese, dad wasn’t!” She chuckled.“I’ll make sure that gets straightened out. Now then, your surgery. Nothing I have to tell you is good. When we went into the area around the breast, we saw the tumors and they were grown right into the surrounding tissue. The cancer you have appears to be. I looked at him and my heart cracked a little, he was at a computer with one of his minions (as I so affectionately call them), hunched over a book. It hurt that he didn’t look up at me. My book wasn’t on the shelves. ‘Smart librarians’ I thought, ‘They knew I wanted it more than anyone in the school, they put it away for me!’ I asked one of the ladies where it was and was so kindly told someone had already taken it out. The air left my chest. ‘Who?’ ‘Um… Blake.’ Like a horror movie I turned. I was already aware of sex, and also my own interest in older women. I had no particular fascination for my own girl classmates, but when it came to aunties and teachers. All my lust was directed towards them. And on top of that list was my hindi teacher, Mrs. Suman Gupta.Mrs. Gupta had been my teacher for over four years now, and she was around 48, with two teenage daughters. She was not very fair, but not dark either – what you could call dusky. And she had a figure that used to drive me. There was no turning back now. Her pussy, ass and mouth no longer belonged to me sexually and now she was branded with her tattoo to emphasize the point. There was no point in resisting this lifestyle as my medical condition prevented me from reversing this torment. My wife was a beautiful, curvy sexual a****l and she had needs that required satisfaction. This lifestyle could work for us. Her tormenting was one way of her coping with the situation and strangely it helped my situation. I can’t.