One woman, tall and with long hair was sitting alone, yet behind her stood two other women. They did not sit, but waited next to her, outside the boot..., with their hands hooked behind their back and their eyes on Jack. He gulped.Antoinette.Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. The animal inside him almost screeched. Run. Get the fuck out. You can’t be here!The Daeva raised one of her hands and pointed her finger at him before curling it toward herself.Jack made a quiet groan. His hands were clenched hard. “If I try to look like her, I’m just going to look like I’m trying too hard.”Cat nodded. “You’re a more gamine Arwen.”Arwen sat on the bed between Cat and the clothes. “Gamine. I like that. I’m not flat-chested. I’m gamine.”“I like ‘thick’ myself,” said Cat. “Kim Kardashian’s one genuine contribution to humanity might be popularizing that word. Before I had ‘thick,’ all I had were a lot of polite words for ‘fat.’”“You’re not fat!” Arwen exclaimed. “I would kill to have your curves.”“And you’re. We were at an office party one night, and had both had quite a bit to drink. As we had decided to not let our "relationship" become grist for the office rumor mill, we were being ultra discrete. Never lingering to talk about anything but work, no inappropriate touching... You get the idea. Well, fueled by too much drink and her short skirt with no stockings, I decided I'd had enough. "Julie" I wispered as I walked past her, "I want to fuck you tonight. What do you think?" I didn't even. So, I said, “I don’t know about this, Tony. It sounds really nasty to drink another man’s piss. How do I know that it won’t make me sick?”Tony replied, “From what I’ve read, piss is basically clean and sterile when taken fresh from the source from a healthy person with no urinary tract infections. And the way you enjoyed my big load of cum, I think you’ll like feeling me forcefully filling your mouth with my piss. I know that I don’t have any infections, but if I did, you'd already be infected.