She's obsessively into golden play

"Look" she says. "If I do this, I'm doing this to cum. And I can't cum until someone has been made into a soaked piss rag." She says it and just shrugs.

Ok. You're not sure what to make of that. But okay.

Carrie laughs. "Remember that time you were with that theater girl and you were about to fucking cum without it when she asked how come her friend got to get peed on earlier that week, but she didn't."

Pamela closes her eyes. She's having a memory. "God, she was into it."

Carrie is reminiscing. "Or that time you fucked that cheerleader who you said was so sexy you thought you'd climax without... what was it you said, 'without messing up that beautiful face.'"

"I did cum without messing up her beautiful face." Pamela insists.

"You took her into the boys bathroom and made her lick clean all the urinals." Carrie laughs.

Damn, you think. You might really be in for something.

"Or that time we were with the homecoming king and queen. I had her down on her knees trying to slide her face on his cock, and your tongue was deep in his asshole, but you were all, 'a real king would douse his queen in piss.'"

"Okay." Pamela sits up straight. "You definitely have that one wrong."

"You didn't say that?" Carrie smirks.

"If my tongue was buried deep in his asshole. Who do you think said it, dear?" Pamela snips.

Carrie thinks for a moment. "oh...."

"Yeah. Don't act like you're not also a pervert." Pamela says. "Remember that guy you fucked. You found out his sister was also named Carrie so you made him talk about how pretty she was while you went down on him."

Damn, you think. This is really real. You almost feel worried that you won't be able to rise to match the perversity of these two women.

Pamela turns to you. "Like I said, I think I know the perfect situation to satisfy your need for a virgin, my need for a toilet, and Carrie's need for... well whatever goes on in her weird mind."

"Okay." you say. "Who is it?"