I was woken suddenly when my feet where grabbed and I was pulled to the end of the bed. I was flipped on to my stomach and my legs forced apart. Then ... felt my husband position his cock against my arsehole. As I tried to get free he pushed his cock into me. I screamed as he tore into my arse. He drove his cock until it was fully inbedded in my arse. He fucked me hard pumping in and out telling me how he loved fucking my arse and he should have done it years ago. He filled my arse with his cum. She’s too fucking smart for her own boots but I suggest we listen anyway.”Michele smiled and waved the three over to sit. Rod sat at the table and Knocker and Spike on the bunk.“Ok. I’ve considered your offer with some profundity. That means I though hard about it Spike,” Michele couldn’t help but bait her old boyfriend.“And here’s the problem. You lads are thinking way too modest and your business plan sucks. You are running an illegal open bar four nights a week, a gambling night twice a. "No problem, ma'am." "Please, call me Emily, it's late and I'm tired of the formality," she said. "I'm just stretching, my legs are so tight. I think it's just going too hard on the tread mill." "Let me help you stretch them out. Have a seat." He walked around the bed and stood in front of her smiling. She sat down and before she could say any thing he took her leg in is strong hands and began pushing her foot back. "Ah that's painful, but feels better," she said. He just stared into her. I can tell you really care.” She accepted a pair of boots and set them on the floor of the closet. “Normal days aren’t that common for me. It was a lot better with the medications—once I finally got to one that worked, that is, and before my Quirk—but those made me sort of, um, irritable? So then my moods were evened out, but I stopped having days where I really felt like me. Like I do now!” She laughed. “When I feel like this I don’t want to work, I just want to enjoy it!”I hope she gets to.