He wasn’t some young jock from college but a grown man, masturbating with me - for me. I moaned uncontrollably as I found the perfect rhythm with my...fingers. I was building up to a fantastic orgasm. I held onto the chair with one hand, as if to prevent myself from taking off. I was whimpering helplessly as the beginnings of my climax were washing over me. Phil was holding his legs out in front of him stiffly, stroking himself and groaning deeply. I was reaching that point when a girl just can’t. We soaked in the bath, talking, washing each other. The mood was sensual and discovering how hotly our passions burned for each other. I needed a man and there he was all ready to make me a complete woman once again. I was so erotically aroused, I wanted sex, badly, so we got out of the bath and dried each other. He lifted me and carried me to the bed looking at me eagerly with lustful passion. His piercing eyes looked at me with desire. My passion to be possessed turned me wild. Setting me. I was sitting in the back; no one would see or care if my fingers happened to brush my... cunt. That is what the stories I read always called it."According to the Keynesians, changes in the aggregate demand..." droned the professor.Just a little peak, a tease, I promised myself as I started accessing the wireless network. I glanced around the lecture hall, most of the students were half asleep, no one was looking my way, and the professor was equally disheartened with her lecture, taking refuge. You beat a girl up and she can't work. She can't work, you don't make no money, you know what I mean?" Do they try to hold out on you very often?" Naw, they know it ain't worth it." Do you take any of your ladies to your own bed?" 'Course. That is, the "A" team. The "B" team, naw, not so much." Are you afraid of disease?" Not with my best girls. I tell 'em all to get checked. The smart ones do. The others ... well..." Do you try to protect them?" How you mean?" Well, you mentioned that Trixie.