It was that same woman I found in the photographs, in a series of compromising positions. Okay, "compromising" was putting it mildly. I heard the fron... door open and clicked away to another tab then minimized the browser before opening an automatic update window. The type of thing I was supposed to be doing. Being more tech-savy than my aunt and uncle, I had agreed to come visit them and help set up their new computer and design and launch a website for my uncle's business. "Hey there. How's it. ’ I got out the mini cook stove and simple stainless steel pot I kept in the duffle. I busied myself with pouring the soup into the pot and getting the stove started. Once that was settled, I tried talking to her again with a different tactic. ‘Why a doctor?’ Her head turned up from staring blankly at the flame of the little cook stove. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Why do you want to be a doctor, Sophia? What made you pick that career and not something easier like being a business major?’ I asked, for. My senses were expanded to a heightened level of awareness. The heat of my shower wrapped around me with a steamy caress.The moisture in the air was sweet. As I breathed it deeply into my lungs, eyes closed, imagining it was her. I leaned into the comforting stream of water. I had arranged for a second key for her to pick up at the front desk. To let herself in. Hmmm to let herself go. We never made plans for anything beyond just being together; nothing else mattered. Our plans were limited to. A month had passed, the longest I'd ever gone without cock. I struggle enoughtrying to make it through a whole week. I was going insane until, one evening, I burst into tears telling her I needed cock and cum."I'm a cum-slut, a sperm-whore, a jizz-junky!!!" I cried.Instead of berating me, she patted my head saying, “Oh honey, I know what a complete whore you are when it comes to men. You've been such a good little slut.”She kissed me tenderly on the lips and said, “Don't worry. I have a.