Getting over my fetish
She looked at me for a bit and then said, “What would you do if that happens?”
“Well it would never happen but if you promise me that you won’t show no mercy and force me to do it I would for you.”
“Really? You would do that for me?” She said with a big smile on her face.
“Sure why not. Sweet dreams honey.”
She was wiggling around in the bed like a little school girl. “I defiantly will have good dreams good night.”
The next morning I got up before everyone else showered and went to work. The day dragged all day, but I kept thinking about the story Dawn told me last night. I thought to myself, how degrading it would be if Roberta used me like her toilet, and how bad it would be since she doesn’t like me.
At the house Dawn and Roberta was sitting down drinking coffee when Dawn broke the silence, “So what is the worst thing you have done to a guy?”
“What do you mean?” Roberta said sitting her coffee down.
“I mean, “She hesitates for a moment, “Sexual or nonsexual.”
“Oh, hum, I would say this guy paid me a hundred dollars to step on his balls once and instead going slow I put my whole weight on them. He ended up in the hospital, but I was laughing about it the whole time.” She said stepping her foot down real hard.
