She had had multiple orgasms and was sated by the time I came a second time. In the morning I rolled over between Trudy’s legs and pushed my morning...piss hard on into her receptive pussy. Trudy loved for me to fuck her in the morning because I stayed hard for a long time without cumming as along as I could stand the pressure of having to pee. I fucked her through multiple orgasms and she finally begged me to stop. It always seemed as if it were a contest. Would Trudy ask me to quit first or. I was quite surprised, since I had not heard from her since she left, and had no way to really contact her. She asked me to dinner so that she could bring me up to date on everything.She assured me that, for the short term, everything was fine. She was in good spirits, had enough money to live for several months until she found a new job, and had all of her belongings in storage until she found a place to live. I was relieved that she was not sitting in my lobby because she was now destitute. I. Don’t you dare let anyone else have my hug. I’ll come get you one day soon, and I want my hug in front of all your friends.”She walked me to the door, and I almost hugged her anyway. I took her hand and held it. “You’re just as beautiful as your voice.”“You’re just as big and bold as your pictures - and your reputation. I’m looking forward to seeing you again. I really would like to get to know you better, if you’ll let me.”“I’m the one who swallowed the lump in my throat, and came in here to. "All I've been doing for the past week is marking time and hiding out. How long can I keep doing that? I'll have to keep moving, try to stay a step ahead of everybody, and how long can that go on? And what happens when I run out of money and the credit cards get canceled, what then? Become a homeless bum on the streets? I can't work, not in my field, not even schlepping burgers at some fast-food joint, they want ID for that and it'd be sending up a beacon for somebody with your Senator's.