Finally, the phone went dead. Greg was devastated, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He called Alice’s phone and left her a one-word messag... WHY and attached part of the recording of he voice during her orgy. First thing Friday Greg was taking no chances canceled all the credit cards, cleaned out the bank accounts and put the money in accounts in his name only and contacted their lawyer to let him know what was going on there by obligating him to Greg. Greg did not hear from her till. Anne did not wear a bra. I scanned down her body, her bust was missing until I saw the protrusion of her nipples in the fabric - right down at her waistline. I stuttered, "I like your night shirt," and quickly disappeared in my room, masturbating within seconds.I started to plot how I could make a move on her. I asked her whether we could watch football games together. She readily agreed but nothing would ever happen. She would just sit next to me on the couch, her heavy bust resting on her. Holland placed a comforting hand on Tristan’s back. “You scared me earlier. I really thought you were gonna die.”He didn’t meet her eyes as he said, “That was the plan. I wish you hadn’t interrupted.” Tristan sipped his coffee. “By the way, happy fuckin’ new year.”Holland frowned and shook her head. “I wish you would’ve called me. You need to stop using this stuff, Tristan. I mean it!” She looked at his nightstand and opened the drawer; it was full of syringes and four vials of Bane. She. .. you know... there. And I freaking loved it! And then I went there on him. He had not been what I would call enthusiastic about my exploration of his asshole, but he nonetheless had the mother of all orgasms in the end... no pun intended.We had a pretty big discussion the morning after. He made it clear he wasn't too interested in having his ass become a regular part of our sex play, but he wanted to accompany me a little way on my ass journey. He thought it would help him know how far to go.