Then I lay in bed, trying not to think of the last person to lay there, and stare at the ceiling until I can fall asleep. I’m not using any of the m...ney from my safe, once again in the freezer, but I’m also not putting any in. The cooking job is barely paying for the rent, and I’m lucky that I get one free meal a night at the restaurant. I miss Amy and Brenda and Clarice. Today, though, my name is Eva. I’m a lowly cook at a fast-paced restaurant living in a motel that I’m thankful doesn’t have. The only thing that she has not done in the fantasy department is to fuck another guy; the closest she has come is to flirt with and kiss one of her male friends at a party that he threw. She told me that his hands were all over her body and she probably would have taken it further but they were interrupted by another party guest.We will make love at least five times a week and even on the days that we don’t have sex, we will snuggle in bed together and fall asleep in each other's arms; life is. “I’ll knock $200 off your rent each month,” he said as he kept thrusting his hips back and forth. “That’ll take care of all your past short-falls, and it’ll help you afford your rent in the future. What do you think?”My body was being jostled with each of his strokes, my tits swinging freely beneath me, but I managed to grunt out my agreement. “Ok, Mr. P….every Thursday.” A few seconds later, he grabbed my hips, pushed his cock as deep as it would go, and exploded with another load of cum deep. It wasn't long before I had my first orgasm of the morning. My eyes rolled in the back of my head and I let out a loud moan as I came all over his huge cock. Men have always told me that I make orgasm faces. My mouth opens, my eyes open wide and roll back. I'm not a screamer really, I moan alot and talk in gasps or deep voices. "I'm cumming!" I gasped. After I finished cumming I told him that I wanted to change positions. Unlike most women, my favorite is missionary. You get the deepest.