”“Stipulations?”“None really. I think he thinks nothing will come of it.”“A definite possibility. But he’s an asshole nevertheless.”�...He is. I called my photographer friend.”“When?”“Just now. He goes to sleep very late. Often calls me in the middle of the night, drunk and stoned and crying about his latest lover leaving him. I don’t often call him. Usually when I need some cheering up. Anyway I made an appointment for Monday. He said he’d have a surprise for me.”“Any idea what?”“He does know. Julie was up earlier this day, beating the two dykes. She sat and whispered, "So, you want to leave before you even started, huh?"With her crotch on my face, and flooding my mouth with her blood and her rancid pee, I couldn't answer. She didn't tell me about having to drink blood and eat shit, the bitch! Then she slid forward and filled my mouth with hot shit. She slapped me with the strap for not swallowing her shit fast enough, then went into a shower.The bathroom was filled with naked women. Sometimes they would lick each other's pussies at the same time, sometimes they would scissor their legs together. The two were drunk on each other, their relationship was clearly new. They must be on their honeymoon, as mortal's called it, newly wedded. They cried each other's names as they made love, the blonde was Lana and the black-haired woman was Chantelle. Nearby, a man was dreaming, his lusts rising, a horrid, ear-splitting screech that knifed through my soul. Well, these two weren't. "Please, I'm sorry I was ungrateful. I appreciate everything you allow me sir and I'll never ask for more ever again. I promise." Her eyes pleaded as she began sweating with the heat from her body. She nervously watched him as he considered her apology, still toying with her tender clit. "As this is your first proper lesson, I'll allow you a little treat for learning so quickly. Next time, I won't be so generous" He said seriously, gently tapping her clit and watching her struggle to cope..