But what did I know about getting a man to marry me. I mean, I was just learning, getting in touch with the inner woman who had been trapped inside me... and I needed Jeannie to help me, show me what real women do to get a man to propose. Dammit, while I was ready to fire her, I just couldn't.If Jeannie ever saw a chance before to take over, it was like nothing at all compared to now. She had no trouble just running my life. And for some reason, I was agreeing to everything, even when I hated it.. The drug kept her in a state of constant arousal, something her young body had yet adjusted to. It also seemed like her personality had changed; gone was the tough defiant teen. Now JJ seemed simple and naive, more like Abbey. Maybe this was her true nature and the girl on the beach was just an act. Anyway, I was pretty sure the drug dose needed to be lowered.We entered the building into a large lounge area. There must have been one hundred or more people in the room. The staff walked around. I wanted to get fucked some more now.Once they thought I had cleaned her cunt out enough, they told me to stop. They didn’t let her cum from me eating her. Bob said, “That’s 3 down. Still got Joe, dad and Ron to drink. Then we will figure out how to get Bruno to piss in your mouth. I wish I had a camera so I could catch all the action. That would make a big seller. Little girl drinks dog piss.”I wasn’t thinking when I said, “We have a camera you can use. I think it would be hot to watch me. Criminy, woman! You just had sex. Good sex. Make that great sex. You came like a house afire – twice! And then you touch yourself with a washcloth, and you get the urge again. What's wrong with you?I felt a mental groan.You know what's wrong with you. You enjoy sex, a lot of sex, the more the better. And the man on that bed in there, from all indications, can keep up with you.There. Dry it off now. Hmm, nice. Stop it!Rinse off the washcloth in hot water and go back in there and wipe him clean..