Music started playing down the hall as Em puttered around making more noise than necessary. I turned from looking down the hall to look at Chrissy. Sh... had stopped opening the wine and I noticed her shoulders trembling slightly. I stepped closer my hand circling her waist. ‘Hey, what’s the matter?’ I asked softly. ‘I don’t know, it all seems to be happening so fast, I feel like I’m waiting for the train to derail. You know? I get the feeling something is going to go wrong and it’s all going to. Bill and his wife Sal have had an open relationship for most of their marriage and about four years ago, she asked him if he thought that a black co-worker of Bills would fuck her. He had set up the meet and had sat in the corner and watched. Once the coworker had left he had relieved his load into Sal as well. Sal had caught the bug though. She was hooked. She wanted more and more black cock and Bill was getting less and less of her attention. That was when Missy was 17. Missy was their only. When I was home, the right time to tell them never seem to come up. Now, how was I going to work this out?The night before Jake and the Patterson clan were to arrive was more then a bit stressful. Josh could tell that I was on edge about the weekend. The fact that I didn't tell my family that I had a man in my life began to bother me, after all, no outsider could ever know about what went on with us.The fact that the Patterson knew that I was my family's sex toy did not bother me in the least.. " Her voice tailed off as she looked at me. I'm sure my face shown my disquiet at the topic."So, he's been setting the pace... has he? Are you... no... ? Not my place to say." I forced a smile to appear on my face, and desperately cast around; trying to find a safe subject that wouldn't lead to me asking her if she had any choice on how far they were going. After a couple seconds, I was able to come up with SOMETHING. "Listen, do you need a cleanup crew after the party's over, or something? My.