“You got some more down there, slut. Lick that shit up!” I don’t know why but I really liked it when he started talking to me like that. I quick...y got to my knees on the floor and licked the puddle of semen off the seat. Once I had finished with my task I looked at James. “Now what?” I asked him. James was opening his pants as he spoke. “Max’s been waitin’ a long time to show you how he got his name. And while you suck his dick I’m gonna fuck that pretty little ass.” I looked over and saw. I was kinda nervous as she fumbled for her keys. I didn’t want anybody that knew me to see me going into her flat. I’d never hear the end of it, but it would make a good story to tell my other friends. Inside Marsha’s apartment was fucking filthy, discarded pizza boxes and taco bell wrappers littered the grungy carpet along with dvds of Will & Grace … … Marsha was a proud Fag Hag… [Even gay men hated her and had on one occasion pummeled her for an insensitive comment regarding an associates’s. And if it helps at all, that cow has been making my life complete hell too.’And so our little group therapy sessions started, fantasizing and bitching in equal measure. For a while it made me feel a lot better to know I wasn’t the only one being trodden on. Then one morning it all got a lot worse. I’d just finished my 4 th 12-hour night shift. It had been a nightmare, one of those shifts where everything that could have possibly gone wrong had fucked up. She found me in the corridor on my way. What's next—the man doing the wash while the woman watches football with the girls?!" He laughed heartily at the absurdity. I didn’t know what to expect from Debbie at this point, but she said nothing. She smiled, but I couldn’t tell if she was pissed off or just amused. Probably both. The three of us lit our cigars and we all had our coffee. Deb also sipped a snifter of Kahlua, which she said enhances the cigar and coffee tastes. Bernice kept asking Debbie what smoking cigars was like..