By the time we opened our sixth beer, Bob had begun to loosen up. We talked about the idea of sharing a flat or apartment and wondered if we could.�...So, did you work at the Social Club again this weekend?” I finally asked.Bob nodded but wouldn’t look me in the eye.“How did you do? Did you make as much money as you did the last time?” I said.“I did okay,” Bob said.When I said, “Do they need any more help?” Bob’s head jerked toward me.“I don’t think you’d like the job, Gary,” Bob replied. It was as if a door had been unlocked with Cassie. She was insatiable, curious, and fearless in exploring sex in every way. She was fully aware of the power she held, too. She could turn me on with just a look and have me stupid in no time flat. That seemed to amuse her for some reason.But the strangest part of our relationship, the part that had me thinking, was how Cassie wanted to be treated. I found it contrary to all my mores and difficult to understand. When it came to sex she had a. Her hands took my head, and pulled my mouth back to her clit, for me to suck for all I was worth.Between moans, I just heard her with my ears, jammed tight between her legs, “Fuck me hard, yes, faster, deeper I want to feel you right inside me.”The sweat was now pouring off of me, so hard I worked, trying to please her as much as I possibly could.Next, she shocked me, yet again, “Touch my ass, quick.”I moved a hand to her cheeks.“No, not there,” she said, “my hole, touch my ass. “I hope you have one more cum in you for me,” she grinned, undoing his pants.“I sure do.”“A few minutes ago, I was talking again with Wendy. She, Jake, and Timmy will be over around noon tomorrow to spend the day with us. She said how she missed being with us, and as we spoke, she was fingering her pussy looking at the video and pictures of you and her together.”“I’m glad she’ll be here tomorrow. We can at least make her Boxing Day more enjoyable than her Christmas day was.”“I’m happy for Vicky.