“ A week.” Jill picked my phone up off the table and started texting. “ What are you doing?” Jill snaps sharply, “Texting Markus.” She ...ontinues typing. “My place. 8 o clock.” I snatched the phone from her hands. I’d been avoiding the subject our entire conversation, but now it seemed like my only way out. “ Did you put something in my drink last night?” Her dark eyes opened wide. “ What?” “ I don’t know. Something is wrong with me. I feel… I don’t know what I feel.” “ Well I hope you. A slight feeling of disdain came across me, and with it my power over her increased. I unfolded a section of newspaper someone had left on the bench and placed it across her bare legs and pretended to read while I leaned over and asked her, “What do you want now?” The tart wriggled a little and raised her hips under the cover of the paper drawing closer to me. She reached down and pathetically put her hand on the bulge of my cock in my pants. Running my hand under the newspaper to her dripping. Women would be very disappointed if they knew my real preference and I wasn't worried telling them.Nope, not one bit. I didn't care if they would think 'wow that is one hot body' and then find out that I didn't swing their way. After all the heartbreak I had gone through while I was in the "liking/loving girls" zone I did not care about one single woman. I had actually today just turned in a paper that was due for my University so that I could finally graduate and would never have to study for. Right now, Melissa is horny, and her mood range is governed by the length of time that she goes without having any sexual activity.Yes, Melissa can go without sex, and she often does; there is no way you can describe her as a nymphomaniac. She just gets herself into a state where she has to have sex. The build-up preceding this horny state causes Melissa to find herself in a number of compromising situations. All of which she brings on herself, all of which she can’t actually control and all of.