Had it been Erica? She was too embarrassed to ask. As if sensing her thoughts, Michael gave her a huge grin, wolfish eyes glinting. ******* Gabriel w...asn’t liking the way she kept staring at Mike and blushing. What the fuck was going on there? Mike telling him he was jealous did nothing to soothe his damned possessive streak either. Christ, the woman made a mean omelet. Might be the only thing she knew how to make, but Gabriel was hooked good and solid. ‘Well, Erica hasn’t eaten yet and there’s. She was so happy she had gotten that big cock in her cunt and how she had cum so much. She was however, a little afraid of taking it in her ass. How could something that big go up something as small as her butt hole. She was definitely worried about the pain it would cause but thought, what the hell. I have had it in my mouth and cunt, no reason I shouldn't be able to take it up my ass. She was having all of these nice thoughts, while lying in bed next to her naked Mistress. She loved Mistress. When Emily recovered from her powerful orgasm, she did the same, and we spent the rest of the night silently watching Friends.We didn’t talk about it.We didn’t talk about much.Not just that night. For days.We still loved each other, we still lived with each other, but ... Emily had crossed a line. I think even she knew that.Each night, we’d make awkward small talk, cuddle up and watch an episode of Friends, get each other off once or twice, and drift off to sleep.Emily’s ‘brother’ disappeared.. She felt her whole body jerk as if someone had shot her with raw electricity. Another shock. And another. And another.And through all that, as if through a long tunnel, she heard voices.“Wow! Look at those fat tits shake. I think she’s cuming.”“She’s not cuming. I think you broke her.”Laughter.Lisa tried to scream. Tried to make a sound. Nothing.Lisa sat up straight, splashing water out and on to the floor. She looked around, relieved that she wasn’t back in that bedroom. Relieved that she was.