Getting over my fetish

“So what is the sickest thing you have done to a guy?” Dawn asked taking a sip from her coffee.

Roberta started laughing, “There was this guy that wanted me to sit on his face and fart but instead I toke a shit on his face.”

“You didn’t, did you?”

“Yep and he did not have time to move. It was the funniest thing I have ever seen.”

“It’s a good thing he did not open his mouth.” Dawn said with a laugh.

“If he did I would have sat right down on his face.” Roberta stopped and looked at Dawn for a bit and asked, “What’s with the questions.”

“Just something Jack and I have been talking about. It’s nothing.” Dawn takes another sip of her coffee.

“Oh no, you can’t stop right there. Spit it, I want to hear about this.” Roberta grabs Dawn’s arm and leads her to the couch and lights a cigarette. “Ok I want to hear it.”

Dawn takes a deep breath, “well Jack has this fetish where he, how can I say this without you thinking I’m sick.”

“Dawn you can tell me anything I would never judge you.” Roberta holds Dawn’s hand. “He don’t force you to do something dose he because I’ll kill him.”