She’s… something. We roomed together freshman year. Southern belle with an athletic figure, bubbly…”“Were you two drunk?” Gracie said.“S...e’s more of a lightweight. Ha. I wasn’t. She’s not like us,” Fancy said, laughing with her friend. “Here’s the thing. We made out right outside the bar. I liked it… maybe more than I should have.”“She won’t remember it. Now, did she also think you’re hot?”“Yup. She’s bisexual,” Fancy said.“Oh. I get what you’re asking me now. The old ‘I kissed a girl. I liked. "i'm not telling you to have sex with him just give him a blow job. now don't mess up, whore." with my orders fresh in my mind, i opened the door. the waiter was tall, about 6' with short black gelled hair. he was cute, clean shaven and smiled a toothy grin as he entered the room. i shut the door behind him and he said, "here is your male server. how may i serve you?" nervously, i told him to put the food down on the desk. as he did i noticed that he was rather muscular and had a round butt. . "Fuck there goes my chances of him passing out", I thought to myself. I heard a bottle clink against the banister and his footsteps slowly thudding on each stair. The bottle clinked again and I could see the hall light turn on under the doorjamb. Everything went quiet. Then he yelled out, "Jane, you better be ready to drink my cum tonight!!!!!!! Cause I am going to cum inside you so much my jizz will be pouring out your mouth!!!!!!" Fuck... there goes the chances of him not waking the k**s. "He did!" Jackson replied, and then, after a pause he said, in a lowered tone of voice that indicated a need for a certain amount of discretion: "He's a pastor, you know. Married too, but, he LOVES those sperm cocktails!" I had a feeling he might be something like that," I replied."He's been coming here almost from the very beginning," Jackson said."Really?" Oh yes! He's absolutely mad about it," he said, then added, feeling the need for clarification, "for SPERM, I mean! He's absolutely AVID.