Urolagnia Stories

Three weeks ago, I had met Quyen, a young woman who was working at the HR department at the large International School in our small, nondescript town here, in the center of Vietnam. Hesitatingly, I had applied there last September, as the school didn’t have a great reputation and seemed to be on a downward slope. I had still been curious to check out the facilities and the classrooms on the campus, which resembled a fortr...