She smiled and sat on the edge of my bed, while I sank back into the only easy chair in the room. ‘That better?’ ‘Yes, thank you—much better. ...nd that’s another difference between your room and mine. God! I wish I had a fridge.’ I chuckled. ‘Well, until you get one of your own, you can always stop by mine when you get thirsty. If, of course, you can find it again.’ ‘Oh, don’t you worry. If there’s free beer on offer, I’ll be able to smell it out.’ Picking up a discarded sock, she added, ‘And I. Informing the doctors who were my past partners was another question in itself, they were strangers with unknown addresses. In fact I started to feel like a whore. Whores got the pox, but I was not a whore not being paid to perform tricks with johns. Everyone that had multiple partners share the same risk, STDs did not differentiate between normal "good girls" or whores of the street. I still need to be fucked, changing my lifestyle was going to be quite a challenge. Continuing on this path. Worse, the meeting is in Hartford, and if you have ever tried to get a flight anywhere from Hartford on Friday evening, you know there might not be one and if there is, connections and layovers are involved. And it’s snowing – great. My flight out is Saturday at eight. So here I am, riding down the elevator to grab a bite and a drink (several really) in an airport hotel. This will be a hopping Friday night. A crappy start to a dead weekend including a Saturday of travel. The good news, I’m a. After a minute of licking, I tell her to drink the tea and I do the same. While we’re drinking the tea, I play with her mind some more. I ask her if she would like to be fucked, and at the same time push the mental pathways to increase her sexual state. I did it when I said the word ‘fuck’, trying to make her think that me saying that one word was enough to increase her arousal. She replied no, and I hit her mind briefly with a large amount of despair. So I say does she want me to fuck her.