It had to be mental. The question was how. After all, she was obviously not in love with me. I have no idea how this happened or what to do, but I was...going to find a way. After breakfast, Kate left and I got cleaned up. About 11am I headed over to the hospital in the next town where I was going to get some physical therapy. It was not yet June but already the heat was building so I had to use my air conditioner all the way. I walked in and filled out the paperwork. I had made sure all the. We’re not supposed to think in terms of social class these days, but you represent, to me, all sorts of things that put you out of my reach. You’re elegant, and dress well – I suppose, expensively – your make-up is always perfect, like your hair. It’s, well, intimidating.”We walked on for quite a while until I became aware that she was shaking, and a little of the movement was transmitted through her hand. I glanced at her to see she was laughing, though she was trying to suppress. Your lips are now dripping sweet nectar from them. Waiting to be opened and freed from the constraints of your thong. My fingers run down and then up, gently tracing the shape of your pussy through the drenched, thin material. “Would you like to taste your own juices?” I ask. “You know I would,” you whimper slowly. I gently rest my fingers against your mound, juices drip onto my fingers. I lift them up and place them against your lips. You open your mouth; your tongue moves around my fingers. After the female had left the room slime solidified slightly and grew several thin tendrils and began crawling after the young whore who would become the host of its power. The slime had been sent from the Dark Realm, a place of terror and indescribable lust, to locate a possible human vessel, preferably a young female with beauty unsurpassed. With luck the slime had been found by the girl it now followed. It was not meant to live long, after completing its mission the slime would die. It was.