..addict," I gasped out between sobs."What do you mean?" Ashley asked me, taking my hand."A...sex addict," I stammered, "I've become a sex addict. I j...st figuredit out. Unless I have sex, and cum, I can't think about anything else.They did it, they really turned me into a sex slave!"While I wailed out my despair, I felt the crush of three warm bodies allsurround me in a tight embrace, lending me their strength when I didn'tthink I had any left in me.It took a while, but I finally managed to get. "And she did. For the first time in her life, Emily was holding two cocks. One was firmly clasped in her left hand, and the other was tightly held in her dripping pussy. And she wanted both, now. Immediately upon seizing the painter's dick, she reasserted control over my torso, pushing me deep inside of her with her legs. At the same time, she began to stroke Rob, jerking him off furiously as I watched. She looked up at me as she did this, and then at Rob. We simply both smiled back at her.The. This must have distracted you as you accidentally spilt your wine onto him. As you were helping him clean up, apologizing again and again, he laughed and said no worries. After the drinks were refilled you said he had to come over so you could clean the mess you made. He said that it was alright and I closed the subject by saying that you were the boss and if you said he was coming over then that was that.The rest of the dinner was very enjoyable, and the conversation ranged all over the place,. .we took a break, had some pizza, smoked some pot (but we called it grass then). Rachel smoked pot when she was twelve? Yeah, she did, she was just starting to win piano competitions everywhere, as far as my mom was concerned, she could do whatever she wanted as long as the police didn't come to our house..every crazy thing I did growing up, she did it younger...........and probably better, too..........I loved music, was dying to perform, but she was on a different level from an early age. I.