Not the typical two or three weeks this time, three months! Training was intense, and she knew as did he, that time together would be impossible. The ...omment he had made when they first met about ‘my wife will not work’ was the base of her confusion if truth were known. If she married him, she wouldn’t have to worry about this job, would she? They had discussed finances, she knew that she would not have to work, finances were not the issue. She wanted this job because it fulfilled a dream and. It felt so free to be peeing outside in the bushes. I could feel wind blowing on my balls. It felt nice because they'd just started growing hairs. Sometimes lately, when I was going to the toilet, my doodle would start to stick out a bit and it looked bigger. I could move side to side and it kind of wobbled out in front. It started happening now, and it felt nice out there with the sun shining on me too. But then I thought I better not do that now, because that man might see. I looked to. This is what I had become. This is what I desired. To be a whore, a slut. To be used by men. To suck them and lick them. To taste them. To feel them inside of me, deep inside of me. To feel them shoot their hot cum in me. I so longed to be their sexy feminine whore, willing to do whatever they might ask of me. I was in a trance, partly from the coke, partly from the pill that Derek had given me, and partly from my own wanton lust. I just wanted to suck that cock, nuzzle his balls, kiss them and. I held his cock and kissed him hard and waited for his pee to come, eventually it flowed and we watched it together leaving in a hot stream from the end of his dick. As the flow subsided I knelt down and I took the last little streams into my mouth.We went to the bedroom and lay on the big double bed. Gary continued kissing me and now only in his briefs he got on top of me and hooked my legs over his shoulders. I was very wet and ready. I took my panties down. He got on top and slid firmly.