She had been a long time patient at the clinic as had her now deceased husband. The office assistant told me that she had been recently widowed from h...r husband. She was a retired grade school teacher turned college professor before her retirement ten years earlier. She stood as I entered the exam room, extending a hand along with a friendly warm smile. Her face radiated warmth. Her body language told me of her courage and personal integrity. She was a full six foot two inches tall, large boned. “Are you okay?”“I enjoyed that more than I should enjoy a punishment, Sir.”“I’m afraid we both did, my lovely whore.”“Thank you for calling me that, Sir. Please don’t ever stop.”“I won’t, my beautiful, submissive slut.”She had one more small, quiet orgasm in response to his demeaning appellations. “Thank you, Sir.”Gradually, her breathing returned to its normal cadence and she fell asleep in his arms. His thoughts were less troubled than before, but he was unable to join her.“So how was it? Did. She was so wet that I could smell her juices and it urged me to take her slowly, and I did. Ignoring the pleading of her body, moving as carefully as I could to take her to the edge while containing myself, I settled into a slow rhythm that drew encouraging moans from her. Seconds ran into minutes and the more control I found, the less she had. When she finally did come, her words were music to my ears, “Oh, my God, oh, my God... it’s so...it’s so... oh!” Her body relaxed and she let her legs. I went down to breakfast and sat with Ralph and Joe. They confirmed what I already knew, that there was no way I could ever hide what happened.“Steve,” Joe said, “what’s going on with you and that girl, Becky?”“Nothing good, Joe, nothing good. It’s something I have to deal with and I will. Just do me a favor and don’t say anything about seeing her to any of our friends until I can talk to them. You too, Ralph. Please.”“Sure,” Joe said, and Ralph nodded his agreement.When the conference ended, I.