"Just look at you! No lipstick, no nothing. You're just lying there like a wanton slut who thinks the world is going to wait on her. C'mon, Jane! Grab...your socks so you can grab those cocks, girl. Time's a-wasting!" He giggled.Jane/Joe held out a hand. Jose read it as a request for the date list. He handed it to Joe and said, "You're getting popular, sweet lips! There are six requests on there for rematches. Guess I taught you too well, eh?"Joe didn't answer. He read a bit and said, "Sir Cougar. You should have told me before we had a shower. I think I might have let you piss on me then.”I was taken back at her statement. A week ago this wouldn’t be on the sex menu, let alone be talked about between us. Now she wants to be pissed on. How much further will she go before the week ends?“I have to call Manus,” I said taking the glass from her and rinsing it in the bathroom sink. “Sonia wants to do the film tomorrow if possible. Manus has suggested we get everyone involved together for a. She was still crying and aswe kissed she kept saying"God Genny I am such a dirty shit."I was trying to calm her down. She pulled me into the bedroom and on tothe bed. She kept saying"Make me clean. Make me clean again."I started to get undressed but all I got off was the coat and she pulledme down on top of her. She was almost frantic. Her hands were pushing medown to her pussy and she kept saying "Make me clean."I started kissing my way down her sweatshirt. I nibbled at her nipplesthru the. A chalky white, three storey manor, with hulking Grecian columns in its front, it’d stood up to time, the elements rather well, I thought, showing only mild dilapidation, weather wear.At first the manor was totally dark, but suddenly, a light went on in an upstairs room. The Italians shrieked in Italian. Somchai screamed something in Thai. And I followed his lead as he tore off back to the highway.A week afterwards, the wife, holding large handfuls of shopping bags, was struck by a motorcycle.