He whipped me. He beat me. He spat on me—" What kind of sick pervert—" And he pissed on me, Keith. You know what else? I loved it. I loved being b...aten. Spat on. Pissed on. I drank his piss. I gulped it down. I licked it off the toilet. I licked it off the floor."Keith was staring at her as if he'd never seen her before. "What... what... why would you do that? What kind of animal is this guy—" A guy who listens, Keith. He didn't want to do it at first. But he did it because I asked him to. He. We were not hungry. All our hunger was for our bodies and we wanted to explore each other. Her room was on the 6th floor. She took me there and called me inside. I went in. She switched on the lights, asked me to make myself comfortable, and locked the door. I started undressing.She took her phone and texted someone (I think it was for her female colleague who stayed with her). I was now in my boxers and socks. She came towards me and pushed me to the bed. She then removed her sandals and. It was an electric moment, and I decided it would up to me to take the initiative, if we were ever going to do the things we both so badly wanted to. Taking a deep breath, I said, “Well Chuck, If I was your girlfriend, do you know what I’d do to you?”He nervously asked, “What?” I quickly sat down in my car, with trembling hands reached over, pulled down his zipper, popped the button open, and yanked his shorts almost down to his knees! Then I said, “I’d. As your husband, I’ll be legally the father, anyway,” Damien pointed out, much to Cassidy’s relief.“Well, for the record, if you ever want or need a paternity test, I’ll be happy to consent to it. Obviously, with our lifestyle, there’s a decent chance that I’ll have a baby or two that’s not biologically yours, so I’m more than a little relieved at your enlightened attitude, honey,” Cassidy practically somersaulted by now with delight.“Only if we need an organ or blood donor, dear, and I hope.