At least it isn't Irmy'ssissy cream, this time. It suddenly feels very domestic. Couplespeeing in the same bathroom. I grab some 'emergency' makeup...from thevanity and fix my face up a little bit in the mirror, while I continuethe douching process. Ismy finishes up and slaps my exposed ass cheek,quite briskly, and says, "there's my pretty little filly, make yourselfall pretty for your womyn." She grabs my hips and turns me to facingher, (carefully, I 'm still plugged into the douchebag.) and. "How dare you come in my house and try to tell me what you're not going to do! Are you fucking crazy? Listen to me and don't you ever forget it you puny fucking pansy...I own your ass! Now get over here and eat my pussy, bitch!"He complied right away and made sure Annette climaxed at least three times before he left. When Emerill left her house he was a completely a broken man.(and soaking wet)His wife was baffled as to the changes in her 'Emy-Pooh'. He just wasn't himself and he was always. "He said, "So you thinking about buying that house?"She said, "Yes, why."He said, "Oh no reason it is In a bit of disrepair needing painting andsome steps are loose. And oh if you have any problems with them come getme."She asked, "You think he will take advantage of me because of me being awoman?"He said, "No he might try to take advantage of you because you ain'tfrom around here."She said, "Oh"He said, "He is as crooked as a dog's hind leg."She said, "Well, I will keep that in mind and thank. I leaned across the table and kissed her. “That girl Mika though,” Helen said. “She’s trouble. I mean, I can’t believe she went after a professor like that.”It caught me off guard and I sat back down at the table. “That’s the girl’s name that filed the claim thing?” Helen looked like I had just snapped her out of some hypnotic state. “What?” She asked.“You alright?” I didn’t understand what was happening. “Yeah,” she shook her head. “I think I need to get some sleep.” She put her napkin on her.