They began to ring bells and open doors and call for help."Send for the doctor!" ordered M. Desmalions. "Tell them to bring a doctor, the first that c...mes—and a priest. We can't let the poor man..."Don Luis raised his arm to demand silence."There is nothing more to be done," he said. "We shall do better to make the most of these last moments. Have I your permission, Monsieur le Prefet?"He bent over the dying man, laid the swaying head against the back of the chair, and, in a very gentle voice,. Provided you do something for me. Are you interested? If so, nod your head and then I'll tell you what I want. " I almost put a crimp in my neck nodding. She smiled and teased me a bit by pressing gently on my sore, swollen piss reservoir, another word I learned from that smart, skanky girl I used to fuck out of pity. Then she told me what the deal was and warned me that it was that or a lot of piss backing up into my kidneys. The idea of drinking my own piss right after she collected it. ”She looked at my alarm clock and said, “We have a little over an hour before your sister comes home from her girlfriend’s house.”I looked at Mom knowing that she was offering me sex. I asked her, “Jane has a girlfriend. Is she anything like a boyfriend?”Mom giggled and said, “Well sort of. They fuck each other with their tongues though.” There was a pause, “I’ve made out with your sister and her girlfriend a few times too. But I really miss a good stiff cock since your father ran off with that. No big deal really, I live alone so I’d just shoot when I got home. As I was about to head out I noticed that there were now tons of guys milling around and there were at least two people in most of the cubicles. The vibe around the place is usually kinda weird with everyone worried about getting caught, but something had changed and it sounded like an orgy in the place! I then noticed a hunky Hispanic guy walk in that I’ve messed around with before and I figured I might have to stay for a.