I led him into my bedroom, and was thankful that the sheets were clean and there wasn't a cat or town on the bed. I pull back the down duvet, and got...in and scooted over to the other side of the bed, he crawled in beside me, and took me in his arms. "Are you alright with this, uh, unexpected turn of events?", he asks me. "If I wasn't alright with it, George, you would have been out the door by now, or likely never made it in, in the first place. I do want you to know, I don't do this on. I tugged his belt loose, then worked on his trousers snap and zipper. With his pants around his knees, he was forced to sit heavily on the bed as my hands worked on his shoes and socks, then pulled the pants and underwear free. I pushed him onto his back. In an instant, my mouth engulfed his cock. Two years ago my drug-dealing asshole of a boyfriend had made me do this, but I’d obviously been so bad (or stoned) that he hadn’t asked for a repeat performance. I hadn’t remembered this taste. It. ‘Uhh! How awful!’ groaned Charlotte in one scene as one man pissed straight into the mouths of two apparently enthusiastic women who then proceeded to lick the urine off each other. ‘I’m sure it’s not real piss,’ said Emma reassuringly. This wasn’t her real opinion, as she knew too well from working at Harlot TV, the viewers wanted to be sure that what they were seeing had at one time actually happened. She wasn’t sure what market there could be for Piss Television on Harlot TV, but perhaps. Sukie had just seemed grateful she wasn't going to be turned away or sold again. Now the two of them looked happy. Sukie was sitting holding Rachel's hand. "It's been a strange year," I said.Rachel turned to me, "It's not a bad story. Maybe you should write it down. I could help you."I thought she was probably right.The only one that wasn't there was Tricia. At least, she wasn't there in person. Laying on a chair at the side of the room was a copy of the Daily Mirror. Its front page was filled.