Dreaming of becoming a writer, I became the assistant to a famous female author. The moment my life as an assistant began, my life as her licking dog started as well. Day after day, I was sent home only after she reached orgasm and ideas for her work descended upon her. Sometimes she would start masturbating with the cremated remains of some unknown person, or just as I thought we were finally having sex, she'd end it before I could cum... I just can't understand her... "Why do you turn away from things you don't understand?" she says coldly. Yet, there's a part of me that is drawn to her mysterious nature... What a sinful woman she is...
