She was hungry for love. She needed a man. Her continued masturbation (usually on the bathroom rug, though sometimes in bed) had only made her more an...ious, more desirous for a man's body next to hers. To make matters worse, Julio had taken to posing in the nude for her, and she couldn't take her eyes -- or her mind -- off his genitals.She was feeling particularly horny one afternoon as she was doing a sketch of him. It was a wretchedly hot day, and as Julio sat in profile to her, the far leg. Susana was obviously multi orgasmic. It had been at least thirty seconds since she starting cumming, and Claire began to suspect that she’d been trained to cum until she was either dry or the touch on her privates stopped. Claire, almost unwillingly, took her mouth away from Susana’s still flowing hole. She leaned back and admired what she’d done, Susana’s back was arched and she found Susana’s fingers working her own asshole in a vain attempt to keep her orgasm going. She finally began to calm. "I wanted this date to go perfect with you andhere it is starting out as I am the cheapskate. Here I make all thismoney as the new security manager for second shift, and I can't evenpay for a date with a pretty girl."Oh if he only knew how rich I was now and can afford to buy anything Iwanted. I have to admit it is rather a powerful feeling knowing I havetons of money and seeing Bob kinda looking or feeling weaker since I ampaying for everything."Here ya go miss." I turn after hearing the lady. " Hmm." Well," Eliza said, snapping the conversation line, "I'll see you tonight then, right?" Sure. Yeah, sounds great." Great. See ya." What time's the show?" Nine."And with that, she walked away down Jackson Street, her flowered dress blowing behind her in the dry wind of the Georgia summer. We had talked about my love for boys many times after that first day in the University of Georgia quad, and she had come to a very good understanding of me and how I felt, and above all, I think she.