So lost was I in her stare, hypnotized, I could barely breathe. All I could do was nod, wondering what games she had planned for her oversexed, over-w...t fucktoy.Her presence stoked the embers of unrelenting lust that had been building all day. I could only imagine how soaked she was under her flared leather dress and fishnets from the camwhore pics I’d sent while playing with myself at work, orgasm-deprived cunt stench smeared over my lips like lip gloss. By this point, the internal bonfire. ..okay," said Mitt, putting his hands up defensively. "I'm not going to intrude, but you look really upset." No shit, Sherlock!" Want to talk about it?" NO!" Amber roared. "You just said you weren't going to intrude!" I know, but-" Well stop intruding then!" Sweetheart, if you have problems with a boy, you may need to-" What the hell do you know about boys?" Um...I'm a man?"Amber rolled her eyes. "You don't count." She flopped back on the bed, not looking at him.Mitt could hear the disdain in. She probably didn't know herself. It can happen without warning. With things you've eaten before. She'll be OK." I reached out towards her and took her in my arms. She didn't cry, she just sat there hanging on to me as though her life depended on it.I sat with her all night until finally, about dawn, she fell asleep. I laid her back on the couch and covered her with a blanket before leaving to find out what the Doc had to say. Her advice was to wait. Rachel had had a quiet night. That was. A full family threesome. Technically, one could call it rape, but it wasn’t that, was it?” Amy grinned impishly as Cassie walked into the bathroom behind us and started kissing my upper back.“You can’t rape the willing, babe. Never could. What about Billie? Did she end up with Dieter, Samantha, Elisabeth, Roger? Who?” I inquired now.“Samantha and Dieter ended up one-on-one, a good bit of oral that made Samantha cum like fifty times or something. Very one-sided, yes, but Dieter’s not one to.