I’ve always had money. Always!”When I tried to remember back to our time together in the college, I believed that it was the case. She had never h...d to worry about the money. She didn’t even have to think about it. But even if money had always been available, she had never really squandered it while we were together. Well, at least she didn’t do it very openly. I had never been poor myself but, she had always been rich in a different way.“Greg, I can admit now that by the time of our breakup. I gather that removalists are removing your things from your home as we speak. They are being taken to an apartment that the ladies have magnanimously given you. I have the keys here.’ He tossed them over the desk to me. ‘The address is on the tag.’ I looked at it, at least it was in a good location. ‘I feel that I should warn you that I will be seeking legal advice over this.’ ‘If it’s money that you’re worried about, I’ve been told that you are being handsomely compensated.’ He tossed an. I jerked and loudly moaned. Ohhh, fuck yes, was all that I said. My fingers had never made me feel like that. After a couple minutes of licking up and down my slit, sucking on my clit and stabbing his tongue into my fuck hole I felt myself come to a strong orgasm. Before I had stopped coming, Don had moved up over the top of me and was sliding himself into my soaking wet pussy. I orgasmed even stronger with the realization that I had a real cock filling my cunt. I was being fucked for the first. ) But she’d found nothing. No mailing address, no telephone numbers, no information on Technical Support if your Girl broke or Customer Service if it wasn’t getting the job done and you needed a refund…nothing. She’d seen plenty of Girl fansites online, with testimonials galore and even some pornographic videos from the more exhibitionistic Girl enthusiasts (with plenty of repetitions of the same ‘Girl(tm)-on-girl action!’ joke)…but nobody knew where they were made, or who made them. Nobody.