Even though I am too, I’m not really attracted to women that are. I know, I’m a hypocrite, but it’s just me.Still waiting, I stepped out of line...and looked down one the isles and waved at an employee. He glanced up at me annoyingly and walked to check me out. As he arrived to check me out, the tattooed woman walked up beside me in line. She reeked of marijuana, her eyes were blood-shot and she wasn’t even wearing anything on her feet. Definitely white trash! Another man joined line behind her.. I watched intently as the shaved slut’s lips worked that bare erection to a throbbing, pulsating orgasm that splashed cum over his chin.Throughout the night, this pattern continued; he sucked dozens of men, and he fucked many more. They came in all ages, all colours and all sizes; no man refused access to his holes or body. They touched him where they wanted, they used him with abandon. Splashes of white pearlescent liquid littered his skin, his Latex clothing and oozed across his face.He. And for just about everythin’ else as weel.’ ‘I see. And do the wives believe these tales?’ ‘Not a bit o’ it, but they happily blame the fairies for the knots on the husband’s head come morning,’ he grinned, pantomiming knocking me over the head with a skillet. I shook my head and laughed along. ‘What about you?’ he asked abruptly, ‘Surely ye have tales from yer life in the city.’ I thought about it and realized I didn’t really have much to tell. My life was work and an occasional outing with. "Evenin' Tabitha," Rodday kicked off."Rodday." Tabitha nodded in greeting."The more I hear about you, the more I'm surprised that you're still working," Rodday observed."Well, the pension plan doesn't kick in for a coupla weeks," Tabitha snapped."You're pretty lucky, all around, but it's GOT to end, sometime. Why DON'T you have a pension plan? Or at least insurance?"Tabitha eyed him. "Rodday, I have yet to see an old, retired hooker. But I seen a lot of dead ones, an' hookers with pimps seem to.