She could get even with ex-girlfriends, have every straight girl she’d ever wanted get down on their knees and lick her pussy, make some Congressmen...write a few new laws about gay marriage, have Kelly Ripa strip naked and fondle her tits in front of fifteen million housewives… Of course, that all assumed this wasn’t just a joke or a scam. Then again, scams generally tended to aim a little lower. There wasn’t a single entry in the ‘Brainwashing Chairs’ that cost less than a million dollars, and. Satisfied that I would be taken care of. I lay on my back as Ceciline took her hands away from mine. I reached out again for hers, but they had already disappeared. I worried she had left, but had faith that she wouldn’t. “So, you need my whore of a wife to comfort you? You pathetic little girl.” He spat at me. I felt ashamed. I didn’t want them to see me as weak. I wasn’t a weak person, I was strong. Or at least I convinced myself I was. No, surely I was, after all I had been through. He was. But believe me, I did it for you as well as myself."Emily sat back on her heels and stared at me for what appeared to me to a long time. Then she suddenly got up before asking."Do you want any breakfast now, or are you going to sleep a little longer?" Yes, I'm quite hungry actually. I'll see if the girls want anything yet." No, you won't. They're still in bed. I'll ask them. What are their names?" Emily replied with a look on her face that I couldn't really discern."Margo and Kathy," I replied. Finally, she came back to me. "Those guys should get a life," she said. "Besides, don't they realize I'm with my good looking neighbor and wouldn't want that to change?" I felt flattered to hear such a remark. Lita and I had some drinks and then decided to go up stairs where it was more quiet. In one of the bedrooms, we saw a couple making out. In another bedroom, another couple was getting it on. Lita nudged my shoulder. "They have the right idea. Doesn't it get you in the mood to do more than.