'You dirty fucking whore,' he said. Then he grabbed her hands and pulled them away. At the same time he pushed her back watching her sprawl on the car...et. 'Get up!' he said. She got to her feet. Her hair was a mess, there was drool all down her chin and over her breasts. 'Bend over the armchair,' he said, 'and spread your legs. I want to see everything.' She did as she was told. She displayed her tight arsehole and her shaved, dripping wet cunt. He stood and looked for a while, noting the. Tony basically surrendered to Emily’s flower power and everyone who spent the night over at his place witnessed his abject submission to her dominance.What was weird about this scenario was that Tony was no pure subbie. What he was to Emily, Anastassia was to him as well as me. There was no doubt of that, either. It was probably the most complicated overlapping Venn diagram of D/s relationships that I had ever seen or experienced in my forty years of life. Tony and I shared ownership of. To me none of this seemed weird or wrong and it still doesn't to this day, it felt good and I thought it normal for a couple of guys to mutually jerk off together. We continued with hand jobs for a couple of months, I would meet Daniel at his house before school and would help him jerk off in the shower, in bed, in the kitchen and then we would both head to school and meet with our girlfriends. The one day, in late July (which is cold winter Sydney) I went around to Daniels as I did every day. The implications were clear.I jacked off a lot after she left. Damn I wanted her again.About twice a week she was in our room happily fucking both of us once or twice, depending on our energy and recovery time. The lights were not always dimmed and she would glance and smile at both of us no matter who was coupled with her. She made no signs that we were both to engage her simultaneously. It was serial screwing.When I asked her for a date she smiled sweetly as she explained that she didn’t date.