I have a task for you to do before then. I want you to write down what happened that weekend from the moment you left work with Harris until you showe... up here Sunday evening.“I want you to remember every detail you can. Colors, sensations, emotions, sounds, everything. Write it all down. Then write a second draft. Polish the language. Make it as good as you can, as though you were going to have it published. Use blunt, graphic language. No one else will see it but me. Don’t spare anybody’s. Maybe I was wrong in my assessment of her feelings about this whole matter. I was jerked out of my thought process by the feeling of warm moist lips on mine. That kiss was filled with so much passion and desire that it rocked me to my core. She pulled back and gave me that warm smile. ‘This isn’t a revenge fuck. I have wanted to have you for a very long time. I would get jealous when Lexi would tell me the stories about you two. She would swear up and down that you were the best lay she had. “You’re a chef, aren’t you? I’m a bartender. Mark.”I proffered my hand to shake.“Fock it,” she said, shaking her head. “Focking English tvot.”I had the distinct feeling this was going to be difficult, so I walked over to the CD player and looked at the options. Phil Collins, Michael Buble, Celine Dion – it made grim reading.Then the door opened and Sabrina came in, smiling, with something small clasped in her hand. She put whatever it was under the pillow and picked up her glass.“Well, cheers,”. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do sex was like a d**g. One night I was riding Dave cowboy while he played with my nipples squeezing and stretching them, Mike started forcing his fat meat up my ass I was so full begging them to fuck me harder and harder….. the things they called me screaming a torrent of filthy abuse “you filthy fucking cock slut we’ll fill you full of spunk you depraved slag, then were going to feed it to you shitty dick everything just like the slut you are, go on tell us”.