Where does the money come from?

"So just how did you and Ron get the money for all this?" I gestured vaguely around me indicating their well furnished apartment, contrasting it mentally with the shithole I was using while I was here at college.

"Uh", said Jess, still hiding behind her pillow in embarrassment, "once Ron and I hooked up, you see," she squirmed, "Ron's really good with computers",

Yeah, that's right", added Ron absently from the couch. "well, he knows this site where people go to and they pay a lot of money for stuff, and well, he signed me up for it".

I felt that she was still bodyswerving the truth a bit, "Wow. Really? What kind of stuff. PLEASE tell me"

"Ok, fuck - I don't know why I'm telling you, but your Ron's best friend so,... some guys want you to spank them or breastfeed them, or piss on them, or they want to tie me up and spank me or the same kind of stuff or the two of us dress as babies and swap diapers once you fill them. Another guy wanted me to wear his ex-wife's clothes and let me fuck him up the ass with a strap-on before he shouted at me what he thought of her and then pissed on my face. All sorts of weird shit, but its really discrete for them. Usually, they're rich older guys and they pay a lot!"

"Wow- that's great. I like the sound of pissing on your face Jess. Can I please do that?"

"Sure. I should get my clothes off and go sit in the bath. Do you want to drink some more water or anything?"

"Mmmm, I think I'm good. I could go now." I said

"Ok. D'you want me to drink some of it or just let it splash off me?" she said struggling out of her skinny jeans.

Ron didn't bat an eyelid.

Just to check he'd heard ok, I called, "Ron, we're just nipping through to the bathroom so I can piss on Jess's face."

"Yeah, yeah, just try not to get any on the floor." he said and turned a page on his book.