“I guess,” I said timidly.He laughed.“Em.” He always called me Em instead of my full name, Emma. “You do realize you’re asking me if you c...n fuck a girl?”“Yes,” I whispered. I was worried. I wasn’t sure where this was going. Was he mad?He laughed again.“That is so fucking hot! You absolutely have my permission to fuck and be fucked by Tori. I’m rock hard just thinking about it.”“So you’re not mad? You’re okay with it?”“Absolutely! I’m not just okay with it, I want it to happen. The thought of. Grabbing a firm hold of her breasts in each of his hands, Bill buried his head in her belly once, and rhetorically asked, ‘Why are men so obsessed with these????’ She didn’t care why. Her breasts were her main turn-on, Bill recognized that fact very early on, and she was just thankful that he enjoyed hers as much as they enjoyed his attention. He would suck on her nipples for extended periods of time, not out of obligation, but out of sheer desire. Or they would just be watching a movie, and. I’d have been shocked. She would know I’d be shocked — did that mean she wouldn’t ask me. I’d jogged another half mile before I was sure. Ellen must have a primitive submissive undercurrent in her somewhere and she was ashamed of it. She couldn’t tell me. She must be scared I wouldn’t approve, scared where it took her, could take us, if it was out in the open. Guy, on the other hand, was an actor — was that it? Was he there to play a part and nothing more?Half of me wanted to stop right there,. Leaning over, he took her under the arms and lifted her to her feet.“Come with me, dearest. I have a marvelous surprise for you.” He led her around the front of the van. Heather came to a dead stop, her eyes bulging. Now she remembered. She remembered the black teddy and why it had seemed familiar. The fictional Heather had been dressed in nothing but a black silk teddy in “The Return of the Vile Gamer” when … when …“GOD NO!” she screamed.Underneath the trees stood a short, three foot tall step.