She looked up, licking her lips, her eyes showing her confusion at his request. But her hands knew the answer, the sound of his zipper sliding down b...eaking the silence in the room. The vision of his cock in her mouth came back to her. She lowered her head so that he could not see her eyes, only to be confronted by her own hands pushing the pants off Dr. Michael. They reached around back, grabbing his ass cheeks through his shorts as the pants fell to his knees. Sensuously, they slid up. He then opens YouTube to some videos about how to online video chat with others. He explains to Emma that this is how they are going to spend their afternoon – her chatting with others as he from the side watches. Emma looks at him in awe, but something in her is stirred at the idea. They watch the instructional videos about how to be safe, and what and what not to do. By noon they are ready.“Emma, do you want to start with some of the men you chatted with yesterday, or go out into other. Yeah, I'd already been mulling that thought too! Too many people now knew where I lived and what my normal habits were. I was never going to be arrested or ever see the inside of a courtroom concerning Wally-Boy or Steve Morrison's disappearances, or concerning Chesty's too, for that matter. No, like that murderous threesome, I would just quietly disappear to be never seen again, but after a prolonged period of rather unpleasant interrogation probably involving unhygienic rusty dental. "Yes. I like to flirt and get guys horny and tease them out of their minds." "That's a dangerous game," I said. "You could get yourself in real trouble." "I'm always in charge," she said. "I know how to take care of myself. I never get fucked unless I want to." She looked me in the eyes as if she was challenging me with who would be in control. We were both really stoned. She then stood up in front of me and unbuttoned her cutoffs and lowered the zipper a little but not all the way, her fingers.