“Mphhhh,” I said. “Do you like fat sluts?” she asked. “Do you want me to get fatter?” She squirted another huge shot of the top...ing into her mouth while thrusting her cunt even harder onto the two dildos snaked up her twat. “Do you like my jiggly fat belly? How about my dimply fat ass?” She looked at me and said, “I really need to get my fat cunt fucked hard.” “I hear there are guys who like to fuck fatties. If only I knew some guys who would fuck my big fat. I really did, but I just needed a man with something better. He is better, for me. I’m sorry Mick. I guess I’ve been sounding like a real bitch. Mick, I’m sorry, but I just need a different dick inside me. Something I can feel when it moves in and out.”“And I don’t do it for you anymore. What if I tell you that I will find the guy you are fucking and tell you that I will beat him until he is worthless. I’ll put him in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.”“You hate me that much? You would. "So it was you..." I smiled and stuck my tongue out at her. "I hopedit was..." Apparently you really are too good at this for your own good, mostpeople wouldn't have found that, let alone fooled me for a coupledays here."I smiled. "I didn't know who put it on... I'd rather have a securesystem," I told her honestly."That's probably really smart... now back to my question?"I debated about lying, but decided there was no reason to. "I've beenresearching the causes of why your milk would make me. No one was coming through the door. Now, it was just a waiting game. I don't know if our bartender friend heard everything, but I think he did. He seemed to be a little less defensive of Jill now, instead more.... interested.Jill just sat and looked at me now, not wanting to break character, but incredulous the tables had turned.I just smirked and looked at my watch. This seemed to fluster her more. She drank a large sip of her second martini.Ten minutes passed and time was up. Nick.