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 cum...ng. 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 home.Josh had no clue how much a company whore makes but he did surmise that it’s what paid for their new hot tub.. I hope you can join us in the dining room at 6:30 for dinner tonight."I watched as Saralinda looked to Moira, who gave a shrug and raised her eyebrows, as if to say, 'It's up to you'. Finally, Saralinda turned back to me. "I'll see how I feel then, but I think I'll be up for dinner." Great."Now I had to get to the heart of the matter."There's another thing I wanted to talk with you about," I said, lowering my voice a bit. I'd tried imaging how to bring this up a dozen times already, and I still. Her robe didn’t slide with her and her butt is exposed to me.I slid over and up beside her. I pressed down even harder along her shoulder blades and back muscles.I rubbed down toward the middle of her back and she moaned ... mumbling... “that feels so good and relaxing ... keep doing that, Billy. Do my back all over just like that...”I rubbed my hands on the small of her back and she squirmed a bit and slid up more, I saw the top of her buttocks clearly and the start of her split.My hands felt. I’m pretty sure you’ll like her once you get to know her. She is really nice. Yeah, she’s got a loud mouth and a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush but she’s just as vulnerable underneath as I am.”“OK,” I said. “She can talk to you like shit if you’re good with it. I’m not going to let her talk to me like I’m the hired help, though. I’m not the guy divorcing her. I’m going to cook up some chicken tacos for lunch. Do you want me to mix up a pitcher of something?”“That would be good,” Liz.