I was on my way to the store to buy things for dinner when suddenly I was dead. Yep, just dead I have no idea what killed me God wouldn't tell me. Yes... I met God. No, I'm not crazy … are you going to let me tell the story or not?I was standing in a nice modern style room that had two high back chairs and a small square table between them. I looked around the room for a door but there wasn't one. I called out and no one answered. I yelled for anyone around to hear me and then he showed up. "No. My tongue rubbed tantalizingly against hers as she wound her fingers in my hair and ground her hips against my thigh. I trapped her lip in my teeth as her hand found my cock, rock hard under my jeans. Her breath caught in her throat. Enough of these preliminaries. I pulled her through the crowd towards the door. We took the elevator up to the penthouse. I put on some music while this beautiful young woman lounged on the couch. I leaned toward her ear and offered her another drink. She looked at. A year ago, asking a question like that on first meeting her roommate would have been totally beyond her.“It’s not so much what I want, it is what would allow us to be comfortable,” said Oscar turning to face Sandy. Trying to gauge her reaction to his words, he said, “I’m willing to make what ever kind of accommodation you would like.”Smiling at his answer, Sandy said, “I like a little sex before going to bed at night. I find that it helps me sleep better.”“Sounds reasonable to me,” said Oscar.. "I amnever going to let anyone take away that little prick of yours, though.It's so cute and I like touching it. It is the least threatening cock Ihave ever seen in my life."I showered at the brothel and went to the back room and changed into mystreet clothes after changing out of my lace underwear and putting on mycotton granny knickers with the pad attached. I wondered what the effectsof drinking so much urine would have on me since that looked like it wasgoing to be a big part of my working.