Away from home, pretending to be single -- no rings; Sven, you had suggested I leave them off. As I hadn't worn them for a few days now, there were no...ring marks either. So all the setup I required, except no partner, no Don Juan heaving over the horizon, lusting after my body or even my mind.And in the end not a lot of time either. The instructors, another man, marginally less inspiring than the one we met on the first night, and a woman, worked us hard. Long days in the classroom and more. I watched her face and saw her wince a little, she stopped for a second then started easing more of me into her. She was breathing very hard and pulled up so just the head was in her and then plunged down again taking about half my cock. She lifted up again, then down, up then down, up then down. I was now balls deep in her and she stopped to let her pussy fully stretch around my aching cock. Then Alyssa started grinding her pelvis into mine, panting and gasping for breath. I could feel her. I deserve a life as well. And I planned on coming back for dinner at least once a week, and had tried to spend more time with her before I left (at least, before she turned into the controlling mother from hell).So the moment I learned Dr. Williamson’s specialty, I was pretty worried about what he was doing to my mother.My fears must have manifested on my face, because he looked at me, a small smile on his face.“You’re worried,” he said, and I barely refrained from snapping “Fuck yeah” back at. " It was one of the few times I wanted out of the business because I spent ten minutes erasing myself from the place, even cleaning off his still hard dick so as not to be identified as being there. I fucking rifled through his belongings, grabbing his money, I mean all of it because what good was it to him? Luckily it was in a hotel, so I didn't need to go hunting for an address book or a piece of paper with my name and number on it; all of his stuff was in that suite. I felt bad about killing.