The OF Girl Ch. 611-620

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All Characters are 18 years or older.

When a law office intern discovers that a fellow intern is one of his favourite new OnlyFans performers, a ball begins rolling that will bring a boring summer of paperwork and coffee-fetching into an avalanche of sexual adventure. Fair warning to readers, this story will jump categories. This collection of chapters includes more kinky MF D/s play, stories of roommates past, business plans, and an end to the weekend.

OFG is a variation story based on the setup by Aurelian14. Originally written in small chapter releases, they will be collected here on Literotica in 10 chapter chunks for smoother reading.

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Chapter 611

It felt weirdly good, making your final ride over to Mosche's place. And it was definitelyhis place now, not your temporary home. The transition felt entirely fucking natural and you weren't disturbed by it at all. Sabrina's place had sort of felt like home for a while now, especially with how it had been the primary place you were able to meet with the rest of the girls for fun too.

Hopping off the bus, you decided to take your time and walked the block slowly, taking it in for the last time - if you ever had to come back to this part of the city again it would be too soon. Living with Mosche was a part of this fantastic part of your life that had brought you Sabrina and Gemma, and Tash, but otherwise, you were ready to forget the details and leave them in a nostalgic haze. Maybe after a couple of years of law school, you'd be more wistful about it and wonder how he was doing.

You reached the building and headed in and up, tapping a rhythm on the metal handhold of the elevator and then humming to yourself as you walked down the hall. Your knock on the apartment door was a firmshave-and-a-hair-cut rhythm because you didn't need to walk in on Mosche and Iris again. And for some reason, you didn't think they would have learned even after the last time.

Still, you waited a good twenty seconds before putting the key in the lock and opening the door, then peeked your head in and looked around.

Silence.

Lights off.

With a sigh of relief, you entered the apartment and locked the door behind you, heading for your room. You had a duffel and backpack left, not a lot but too much for your last trip, so it didn't take long to grab them and bring them out into the living room to get yourself sorted. A little reorganizing of the duffel to balance the weight a bit better, and then you checked the kitchen to make sure you weren't forgetting anything-

The door to the apartment opened in a rush and Iris came scampering in, followed by Mosche, both of them giggling. Iris was pulling off her shirt and Mosche was unbuckling his pants as he slammed the door shut and tried to kick off his shoes at the same time.

"Ahem," you coughed.

Iris got to the living room couch, tossing her shirt to the side, and started working on her bra. Mosche's pants were down around his thighs as he waddled towards her. Neither of them glanced at the kitchen or your noise.

They also didn't seem to notice your bags.

"AHEM," you cleared your throat again.

Iris yelped and clutched her bra to her chest. Mosche jumped slightly, stumbled on his pants and fell forward, barely managing to twist onto his side. This probably saved him from smashing his face, but unfortunately flashed you his dong.

"John!" Iris half-screamed, partially in panic and partially in relief. You assumed at seeing it was you and not some intruder or something.

"John?" Mosche questioned from the floor, yanking at his pants and thankfully getting them up over his junk.

"John," you said, gesturing to yourself as you turned to give Iris privacy to get herself together. "I just got here to pick up the last of my stuff."

"Dude," Mosche said.

"I thought you said he was gone," Iris accused Mosche.

"He- Was? Is?" Mosche stammered.

"Will be," you corrected. "Trying to. I told you guys yesterday I had to come back one more time."

"Oh my God," Iris muttered and then said something in Mandarin.

"I thought you came back last night," Mosche said. "Sorry, dude."

I was a little busy banging a virgin, you thought to yourself, almost snorting. This weekend really had been kind of insane.

"Nope, I was busy," you said. "You guys appropriate?"

"Yes," Iris said.

You turned around and she was sitting on the couch, her shirt back on and with her heels on the edge of the seat as she hugged her knees. Mosche was picking himself up off the floor, thankfully securely clothed again. "Look, we don't need to talk about it," you said and gestured to your bags. "This is my last load of stuff, I was just checking I didn't leave anything in the kitchen. I'll be out of your, uh, love nest here and you guys can bang in every room without worrying about me walking in. Since you're here though I can give you the key and we can do the final walkthrough."

"Huh?" Mosche asked.

You pulled your keys out and started threading the apartment key off of your key ring. "You know, to make sure I didn't do any damage or steal anything," you said. "You didn't charge me a security deposit but we should still make it official."

"Oh, uh, yeah sure," Mosche said. "You're good, dude. Like I said, you can take any of Tommy's old stuff if you want."

"Uh, you should probably at least email me that the move-out happened and there's no damage," you said. "For our records. And thanks, but I'm good leaving his stuff here for if you get another roommate who might, uh, want it. I do have a question though."

"Oh my God," Iris muttered to herself under her breath, her embarrassment at this moment extending palpable.

"What's up?" Mosche asked.

"How, uh, did Tommy die?"

"Oh, yeah," Mosche said. "Long story."

You blew out a breath and glanced at Iris, but for all that you wanted to get out of there andshe wanted you to get out of there, you knew inquiring minds wanted the answer.

"Give me a short version?" you asked.

"Sure," Mosche shrugged. "Come on, let's sit down." He headed for the couch next to Iris.

"Let's walk and talk, take pictures of the room and you can send me that email from your phone," you said, redirecting him to the back hall and your former bedroom.

"Whatever you want, man," Mosche shrugged, leading the way.

You traded glances with Iris.

'Sorry,' you mouthed to her even though you weren't at fault.

She just frowned.

Chapter 612

"So what happened to Tommy?" you prompted once you and Mosche were in your former bedroom.

"Well, he died, like I said," Mosche said.

"Right, but...?"

"Oh. He got high and then got assassinated," Mosche said with a shrug. "It was, like, a whole thing I guess?"

You paused a long beat until you shook your head. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Well, Tommy liked to get high and go for long walks through the city," Mosche said. "Which, I mean, I thought it was weird 'cause when I get high I like to feel all mellow and stuff, but he'd smoke up and then want to stretch his legs. So he'd go for all these walks."

"Mosche," you said carefully. "Was Tommy someoneimportant?" You couldn't conceive of that being true, considering all his stuff had been abandoned and he'd been living in a relatively cheap apartment with Mosche as a roommate, but... weird shit could happen.

"Huh? No, man. I mean, he was important to like, his family and stuff I guess," Mosche shrugged.

"So he got high, went for a walk and...?"

"Got assassinated," Mosche finished for me.

"You mean murdered?"

"No, like, assassinated by an assassin," he shook his head.

You worked your jaw for a moment. "Was there areason that the cops told you or anything?"

"Oh, I guess he looked like this other guy. Like a doppelganger situation. And the other guy was in like the mafia or something and had these enemies that were looking for him. And I guess while Tommy was out on his walks someone had spotted him and thought he was the guy, and that he had a routine, so there was an assassin waiting for him when he went out on his walk."

"Jesus Christ," you said, looking around the room at all the guy's stuff.

"I mean, stuff happens, right?" Mosche shrugged again. "It sucked, and was sad. And Tommy sort of left me hanging for the rent, and his parents didn't come asking for any of his stuff so it's just kind of here."

You scrubbed at your face with your hands, shaking your head. "Dude, that's wild," you finally said, dropping your hands and looking around again.

"I guess," Mosche said. "You sure you don't want any of this stuff?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," you sighed. "Maybe see if you can sell any of it on Craigslist, make back some of the rent while you look for a new roommate?"

"Maybe," Mosche said, considering the idea. You had a feeling he wouldn't do it - that would take more effort.

You ended up needing to walk him through the room, making sure he acknowledged there wasn't any damage, and then emailing you that from his phone. There was a near-0% chance that Mosche would try and come back at you later for damages or something, or try to screw you over in any way, but you were still pre-law and you had read plenty of horror stories on the internet. You also didn't know much about his parents, and if he got in a tight enough bind it was possible they could try and manipulate him or something.

Email secured, you led him out of the room and back into the living area. Iris was gone, probably to their room, and you slung on your backpack and picked up your duffel.

"Well, Mosche," you said. "It's been weird, and it's been real. Thanks for being my roommate this summer."

"Thanks for everything, John," Mosche said and pulled you into a hug. You hugged him back with your free hand. "When you're in the city, let me know! Unless you want to change your mind and stay?"

"Can't man," you sighed, shaking your head. "Gotta get back to school with Sabrina."

"Right, right," he nodded, backing off. "OK, well, uh..."

"Bye Iris," you called towards his side of the apartment.

"Bye," she called back, not coming out.

You turned back to Mosche. "Do me a favour, dude? Talk to her more than you talked to Tasha. And use all your words, and explain all your feelings. You hurt Tash pretty bad and Iris is younger than her. Don't do that to her, too."

Mosche made a slightly pouty frown but nodded. "Yeah, I guess," he said.

"No, not 'I guess,'" you challenged him. "Just fucking do it. Don't be a little bitch, own your feelings and thoughts. That'll help you with your comedy too - you can't be truly funny unless you can get to the truth of things."

He sighed heavily. "Yeah," he said again. "I guess."

That was probably the best you were going to get from him.

"Alright, my man," you said, hefting your duffel again. "Get the door for me? I'm out of here."

Mosche got the door, and you managed to not look back and see the sad puppy look he probably had on his face as you walked down the hall towards the elevator. As soon as you were downstairs in the lobby you dropped your bag and took out your phone.

'You guys are not gonna believe the Tommy story,' you texted both your girlfriends.

'Tell me!' Sabrina texted back quickly. It was super late, or early, for Gemma so you didn't get anything back from her.

'Let me get on the bus. I also need to Google some news stories for evidence,' you texted and chuckled to yourself. Let her chew on that for a minute.

She sent you back some shocked-face emojis in response, making you grin. Maybe you could play this out a bit just to tease her.

Chapter 613

Sabrina opened the door to the apartment while you were fumbling the key into the lock, glaring at you with one eyebrow imperiously raised.

"Well?" she asked.

"I'm still gathering my evidence," you smirked and shrugged. "You don't want me to just give you the hearsay rumours, do you?"

She grunted in frustrated exasperation, narrowing her eyes at you. Your girlfriend was still wearing what she had been when you left and you could see Emma over her shoulder at the other end of the apartment, sitting on the couch cross-legged with a laptop in her lap. She was smirking at her sister's back and shaking her head.

"Investigations canstartwith hearsay rumours," Sabrina pointed out, both hands braced on the doorframe and keeping you from entering yet. "And I don't need a warrant to go searching online for details."

"Except that's not your job, baby," you grinned. "That's my job, I'm the one assigned to investigate the case. You're the judge, you just have tohear the case and then pass your judgement."

Sabrina rolled her eyes and sighed. "You are a pain in my ass sometimes," she muttered with a little smirk.

"Is that an invitation?" you asked, still grinning as you stepped closer to her and slid your free hand onto her side and then down to her hip and back onto her ass, giving it a squeeze.

"Maybe it is," Sabrina said, a gleam in her eye as you squeezed her butt cheek. "But only if theinvestigator finishes hisjob. Onlythen will he have a chance at a bonus tonight."

You chuckled and leaned down to kiss her, and she let go of the doorsill to grab your shirt collar with both hands and pull you down into it. The kiss got deep and sloppy fast as she moaned and leaned into you, her tongue battling with yours like she was trying to taste every corner of your mouth. You dropped your duffel so you could hold her with both hands, one still on her ass and the other coming up to scoop behind her head, weaving fingers into her hair. You weren't surewhy she wanted a kiss like this but you were definitely ready to roll with it.

When she finally pulled back, gasping a little for air, she looked at you with a serene expression as she let go of your shirt and brought both hands up to stroke your cheeks and jaw. "Welcome home for real, John," she said softly. "Now you and I live together for real, forever."

And she was right. You still technically hadstuff in your room back at school where you'd lived with your friends, and you still had stuff back at home with your parents. But you didn't live in those places anymore (and God help you, you loved your parents but you didnot want to move back in with them along with your two girlfriends.)

You lived with Sabrina. And you never wanted to live away from her again.

"I am, quite possibly, the single most blessed in the world," you murmured to her, pulling her into a deep hug.

"Mhmmmm," she hummed happily, hugging you back. "But onlyjust as lucky as me. And Gemma is like, right behind us but she had to go home so notquite as lucky."

You squeezed her and kissed the top of her head, and she squeezed your right back. Then she dropped her hands from your back to your ass and gave you a double-handed squeeze, laughing.

"OK," she finally said, letting go and moving to the side so she could wave you in. "You may enter your home, King of the Castle."

"Hmm, I do like the sound of that," you smirked as you picked your duffel back up and entered. "How's the work going, Emma?"

The ginger girl rolled her eyes. "It feels a lot more like work now," she sighed. "Posting pictures of myself was just supposed to be, like, horny fun. Now there are spreadsheets involved."

"Hey, the spreadsheets will make your lifeso much easier," Sabrina said, slipping past you and going back to the couch to sit next to Emma, grabbing her laptop as well. "It'll help with tracking your progress, and what fans you want to interact with more because they aren't fucking weird and actually spend money, and especially with yourtaxes at the end of the year."

Emma made a gagging noise at that last one. "You're sure I can't find some way to make an offshore account like a bajillionaire and never pay taxes?" she groaned. "The government is evil."

"The government is a necessary evil," Sabrina muttered, quickly typing something into her computer. "Same as laws, the police, and money. If you want to be able to walk down to Starbucks, order your drink featuring ingredients from half a dozen different countries, and walk home to your house without being accosted by people bigger, stronger or meaner than you, then you should probably pay your taxes."

Emma scoffed. "Fine," she said.

Sabrina glanced up at you with a smirk and glanced towards the bedroom, letting you know this was a conversation that had been going on for a while and you could go put your stuff away instead of chipping in. The two of you wanted to be lawyers - the rule of law, government processes, it was allinteresting andnecessary and you'd never really, truly understand people who thought differently.

Heading into the bedroom, you dropped your duffel with your other luggage and bags and then unslung your backpack and dropped it on the bed. The weight off your shoulders, you stretched and then fell down onto the bed next to it and stretched again with a satisfying groan.

"You better not be jerkin' off in there," Sabrina called from the other room.

You snorted and chuckled, turning over onto your back. "I'm not," you said, then waited for a beat. "Yet."

That got a laugh from Sabrina. "Did you see Iris naked again?"

"What?" Emma asked.

"No- well, almost," you chuckled.

"Wait, who is Iris and why would he see her naked?"

"Ooh boy, OK," Sabrina giggled. "John, come out here. We need to tell her about Mosche."

You groaned again before rolling to your feet and taking a breath. This was a story you felt you'd be telling for the next few years.

Chapter 614

Once Emma had heard the saga of Mosche and his luck for being caught in, or post, sexual act due to his own negligence, you ordered lunch from the sub shop down the street and went to grab it, and they joined you at the table to eat.

"M'kay," Sabrina said, covering her mouth with a hand as she spoke around a bite of her sandwich. "We used the plan me and you developed, John, but had to adapt it to fit Emma's content style and what's already out there. And the fact that she was giving it all away for free. Just keep in mind that her model is gonna be different from mine because she can't stop posting free stuff since that's what her fans are used to."

You nodded slowly, wiping your mouth with a napkin. "Alright, that makes sense. You don't want to piss off your current fanbase, you just want to try and get them used to the idea of monetizing."

"Exactly," Sabrina nodded. Then she looked at her sister expectantly.

Emma's eyes went wide. "Wait, I'm telling him?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah," Sabrina said. "It's your plan, you need to be the one enacting it. You should know it well enough to explain it to him."

Emma groaned, a little whiny (and a little bratty), reminding you how she was still younger than you and Sabrina even if she'd graduated high school and was heading into college. "Fine," she eventually said.

"I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to," Sabrina deadpanned. "You don't have to do any of this, so let us know if we're wasting our time. We want to help you with this because we know how to do it to keep you safe and successful. If you just want to go back home and keep posting yourself stretching your holes open for your phone camera and letting anyone you know goon to them and hope you'll put out if they buy you a burger and fries, you can do that."

Emma gave Sabrina a look and sighed, her shoulders slumping. 'That's not what I meant by... that."

"Your attitude," Sabrina said levelly. "Honestly, Emma, you were being a brat. And that's OK to do in the right circumstances. I'm a brat with John and Gemma sometimes, or online on social media and in the comments and messages on OF, but it's time and place. Do you think I act like a brat at work? Or when I'm out with friends, other than being silly? Or when I'm handling the business side of content?"

"No, I guess not," Emma grumbled.

"It's time to grow up, sis," Sabrina said, her voice thickening as she leaned in and rubbed Emma's arm.

"OK, fine. I'm growing up," Emma said, shaking her head. "I'm a grown woman. I can handle my shit."

"I believe it," you said, giving her an encouraging smile. The moment hadn't been right for you to pile on trying to help or give advice so you'd stayed quiet, but playing the 'good cop' at the end felt like a good move.

Emma gave you one of her small, terse smiles that barely broke the surface of her stoic expression, then got up and went and grabbed her laptop so she could give you a mini presentation as the three of you ate lunch. And she wasn'tbad at it, though she mumbled occasionally and jumped between pages more than she would have needed if it was planned out.

They really had put in a bunch of work - starting from where you and Sabrina had and using it as a template had helped, but they'd been delayed a bit by needing to set Emma up with the accounts she would need to get started on. The content plan was pretty simple - she would make some albums of the stuff she'd already put out for free and make them available as compiled content to download, along with the short clips she'd released. That would fill in a back catalogue of content that any of her current followers would be tempted to access, and would still be fresh content for brand new fans. From now on her free stuff would be a little more selective - she couldn't roll back anything she'd already. Her face was out there, as was everything she'd already done. Her fans really liked the exhibitionist content but Sabrina drilled into her the dangers of it, using examples from other girls during the 2010s boom of camgirls and how some of them had gotten discovered and kicked out of their colleges for doing stuff on campus.

New free content would be a little more limited in scope - only one or two 'full-on' photos or clips from any set or in any outfit, or any hiking trip. The rest would be released over a few days on her OnlyFans account, getting dirtier throughout the week. Extended videos would be promo'd with dirty clips but would cost extra for the whole thing. And anything with your cock in it would only ever get a single photo teaser released for free, photos posted to the main OnlyFans stream, and videos costing extra.

"We're still figuring out the final pricing scheme and that's kind of the last thing to do other than Sabrina wanting me to line up what the first release schedule would look like," Emma said, then took the last bite of her sub and chewed quickly, washing it down with a sip from her drink. "It's gonna take me a few hours at home on my computer to do all the bundling and stuff too, but mostly I'm not used to 'planning releases' and stuff."

"Well, I'm not seeing any glaring holes in the plan," you said. "One thing I will say is that every time we extend out the planned schedule for Sabrina's content-"

"Our content," Sabrina interrupted.

"-For 'Kat18's' content," you continued, giving her a look. "Is that it helps relieve some of the daily or weekly pressure to produce content. Some weeks or weekends we were too busy to do anything, but we had it planned and ready ahead of time."

"And then we could film like three things in a day to catch up," Sabrina agreed. "Seriously, I get it, Emma. Planning feels like extra work when you could just take some nudes and chuck them up and probably get a bunch of likes and stuff, but the girls who really take off and make serious money are either totally business minded or they have someone else managing it for them and only make like thirty cents on the dollar because the management 'companies' are crooks and lock girls into really shitty contracts."

"You told me, you told me," Emma said and sighed. "OK, well, I guess I need to plan ahead."

"Especially to n around school and holidays," Sabrina prompted her.

"That too," Emma rolled her eyes.

"Thereis one more thing that has to get done while you're here though, and that you can't do at home," Sabrina said.

"There'smore?" Emma asked, her eyes widening as she planted her elbows on the table and rubbed her forehead.

"You need some more teaser pics with John's dick to start building up hype for your OnlyFans opening its doors and your legs," Sabrina smirked. "You can film a proper sex tape once we've got your office set up at our place at school, but I'm thinking some pics of John's dick next to your face, or lying on your stomach to show how big it is, that sort of thing."

Emma bit her lip, her eyes narrowing slightly. "And then?"

"And then you can fuck him," Sabrina grinned.

Emma smiled.

Chapter 615

For all that your girlfriend was the single horniest person you knew, her only competition really being Maeve and her autistic approach to wanting to have new sexual experiences, Sabrina had decided on a very firm line.

Even if it would make things easier, she was not going to do camera work for Emma. She would give tips on editing or any production stuff, and she would review content and give feedback for next time. She was even lending you out as the stunt cock. But she wouldn't be in the same room or participate in any way with the actual process.

That meant, for the 'teaser photos,' Emma had two options - setting up the shots using tripods or one of you taking the photos. In the end, you split the difference - selfies had a certain voyeuristic flair to them, while PoV photos fed a bit more into the fantasy for a male viewer to put them in the moment of the video or photo. You'd take a couple of both and Emma could decide which to lean into later.

The real problem was figuring outwhere to take the photos.

It couldn't be on the couch, near the balcony, showing any of the kitchen, showing anything of note in the bedroom, or any defining features of the bathroom - the goal was to make it as unlikely as possible that someone who happened to be a fan of both Sabrina and Emma wouldn't be able to connect that they knew each other or filmed in the same space. You'd think that would be pretty easy, but Sabrina knew some horror stories about girls who did content wearing a mask getting outed because someone recognized a certain scuff on a wall and a picture frame, or the same shower curtains and bath mat.

And there was always the fact that you'd identified Sabrina by the pattern of the carpet at the office.

That was how, in the middle of the day, you ended up with the lights off, the door closed and the drapes and blinds tightly closed in Sabrina's bedroom. She'd helped you move some of your bags around to make space in a corner of the room where there was some blank, plain carpet and the basic off-white walls didn't have any distinguishing marks, and then she'd given you a kiss on the cheek, a pinch on the ass and shut you and her sister in the room.

"This feels kinda weird," Emma said after a moment. "Not... sexy."

You chuckled softly and nodded, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "One thing I've figured out, doing this stuff with Sabrina, is that itdoes feel weird. A lot. There was one time when we were filming a threesome with a friend where we got like twenty minutes into it and pretty much had to stop and have a group meeting to figure out why it felt awkward as hell instead of fun."

"How did you fix it?" Emma asked. "So far I've only done this sort of thing when I was already feeling turned on."

"Well, that makes sense for you doing solo content," you said, reaching towards her in the dim lighting and gesturing for her to give you her hand. She did, and you tugged her towards you. "The only time youneed to sort of suddenly 'be in the mood' is if you're going to do on-camera work with someone else. Luckily with me and Sabrina, we can get in the mood pretty damn quick. If we're going to work together I'm sure we'll start to feel more natural about slipping into that mode too."

"So you're saying I'll get used to it," Emma smirked, looking down at you as she stood between your legs.

"I'm saying you and I will find a rhythm," you said. "And that we don't need to jump immediately, right away, into sex. We can ease into it."

"I think you're supposed toease into me," she said, making you snort.

"Do your parents have the same dirty humour as you and your sisters?" you asked, pulling her closer and then guiding her to get up on the bed with you, kneeling and straddling your lap.

"No," Emma scoffed, letting you bring her hands up to your shoulders so that she was solidly close to you. "Well, actually, maybe. Kind of. I think they've mellowed out, the older we all get. Katherine can swear in the house whenever she wants now, and our Dad made a joke about how Mom was gonna be mad at him and not have sex for a week this summer and Mom just laughed. I was embarrassed as hell."

"No one wants to think about their parents having sex," you chuckled, running your hands up and down her outer thighs. "Now, how about we make out for a little bit and get comfortable?"

"That..." Emma started, her face stoic as usual, but she hesitated and looked you in the eye. "Communication and stuff, right?"

You frowned slightly and nodded. "That's how we've always had the best sex with anyone."

"Don't ask me to do anything," Emma said. "I get that you're being, like, a gentleman or whatever. And making sure that little old me is comfortable and feeling safe and all that stuff. And, like, I appreciate that's what you're doing, but it doesn't turn me on. Can we make a deal that I'll tell you upfront if I'm not feeling it or open to sex, and if I don't you just... take it?"

You swallowed, looking her in the eye and gauging her micro expression through her frustratingly stoic reaction. It really wasn't so different from what you already had with your girlfriends, just more explicitly defined. But you knew Emma didn't just mean initiating sex. She wanted you totake it.

"I can't do that," you said. "Not that I'mrefusing, but if this is a deal then we both need to compromise. I'm never going to be able to justassume that since you haven't said no, it's an enthusiastic yes. So what I need you to do is whenever we're together, you just look me in the eye and sayyes pointedly, and I'll act from there. Maybe immediately, maybe after a delay. The 'yes' is just you saying you're enthusiastically open, not that it's going to happen. After that, it will be my choice. Sound fair?"

It looked for a moment like Emma wanted to argue. So much so that you could practicallyfeel a bratty response trying to bubble out of her. But Sabrina's words from earlier must have latched on earlier as she hesitated and then clicked her mouth shut, cocked her head to the side and thought for a moment. Finally, she nodded. "Yes," she agreed.

"OK, good," you nodded.

"Yes," she repeated herself, looking into your eyes and saying it pointedly.

You put your hand on her chest, over her shirt and between her breasts, and slid it up to her tall, graceful neck and wrapped your fingers around her throat. She pressed a little harder against your hand, eyes locked with yours, and you used that handhold to slowly pull her closer until your lips were less than an inch apart.

"Kiss me," you ordered her.

"Kissme," she demanded brattily.

It was the right time and the right place.

You used the hand not holding her by the neck to smack her little ass hard. She gasped and pressed forward, kissing you with hunger.

Emma was going to be a problem you would need to figure out over time, that was for sure.

Chapter 616

"Oh, gaw-aw-aw-awd," Emma moaned, full-throated, as her body was rocked by your heavy strokes. She was on her back on the bed but you'd manhandled her around so that her shoulders and head were hanging off the side, so every time you ploughed your cock into her hard enough for your pelvis to slap against her long, skinny thighs her whole body threatened to fall backwards.

She was flushed from her sternum to her hairline. Her nipples were rock hard from the both of you treating them almost cruelly. Her makeup was running down her cheek from the rough blowjob before, and the sweat and tears the brutal, energetic fucking had brought out of her.

"I love it, I love it," she panted.

You grunted and thrust into her again.

"Please don't stop, please don't stop." Despite her flush and her pleading, her face kept that stoic expression. It was almost eerie, but it was just her.

You pulled out of her, making her moan in loss.

That was the game.

Stepping off the bed, you grabbed Emma with a full handful of her long ginger hair right by the scalp, scooping another hand under her armpit to support her as you hauled her off the bed to her feet and manoeuvred her to the bedroom wall, pressing her back to it. Her eyes were fierce and demanding, her jaw clenched in defiance, and she tossed her hair when you let go of her. That expression changed as you pressed her to the wall with a hand around her throat, her eyes dilating a little and that fierceness leaving her gaze and turning into a mellow, horny simmer.

Your other hand slapped her thighs open roughly, and then you drove your ring and middle finger into her. She gasped, arching her back, and you started to fingerfuck her quickly, searching her.

"Having fun yet, Emma?" you asked, growling it into her ear as your fingers glanced off the little spongy goal of her g-spot deep in her pussy.

"Yes, Sir," she mewed, her voice going up an entire octave.

Her pussy started to let out a wet sloshing sound as you worked your fingers hard and fast.

"Are you a tamed little brat now, or do you still think you're in charge?"

"You're in charge, Sir," she pleaded, her body rocking forward as she fought to keep herself from falling into her orgasm. She knew the game as well now. "I promise to be a good girl."

"What do Good Girls get?" you asked her quietly.

"Rewarded," she gasped.

You let go of her throat and covered her mouth, pushing two fingers between her lips as she started tonguing and sucking on them immediately.

"Relax your pussy and come for me," you ordered her.

She moaned into your hand, long and loud even though you were muffling her, and she almost fell forward as you pulled your fingers out of her cunt and drilled them across her clit as her orgasm boiled out of her in a surprisingly powerful stream of squirt. Three blasts of it, the first two accompanied by her howls, the third by a strained groan as her hips pushed forward as she chased that feeling of release and squeezed out the last while her whole body tensed.

Emma collapsed forward into your arms, gasping for breath, her entire body hot and sticky. You picked her up and brought her to the bed, your feet feeling the squish of the wetness in the bedroom carpet. You and Sabrina were going to need to steam clean the carpets before you officially moved out. And the couch.

"Holy fuck," Emma managed to mumble as laid her down on the bed. "You fucking... killed me..."

"You're still alive," you chuckled, brushing her hair out of her face and then giving her the tip of your thumb to suck. She did, humming happily as she suckled on it and looked up at you with hooded eyes. Her makeup was even more racoony now, smudged to hell with sweat.

"Alright," you said. "We need to get you your pictures. So you're going to go into the washroom and fix your face back up. Then you're going to come out here and we'll take the photos."

"Then can I get fucked again please?" she asked, putting on an extra-innocent voice.

You rolled your eyes and moved your hand down to her chest, pressing between her breasts. "Who gets to decide when we fuck?" you asked her.

"You do," she replied eagerly.

"And who decides how we fuck?"

"You do, Sir," she said, biting her lip and letting a grin slip through her stoicism.

"You've been a good girl," you said, helping her sit up and taking her chin in your hand to force her to look you in the eye - not that she had a problem with that, but you knew theforcing was part of what was getting her off so well. "Don't fuck it up."

"I won't, Sir," she promised.

You chuckled and shook your head as you smirked. "Actually, before you go get cleaned up for the pictures, Emma, you should take a picture of the carpet."

She gave me a look as you moved out of the way, and her eyes went wide and she snorted. The wet spot on the carpet was pretty obvious. "OK," she said, the submissive tone in her voice dropping back to her more normal octave. "My fans willlove that. I've only been able to get myself to do that once and didn't record it, but the pictures of the little puddle on my bathroom floor were super popular. How'd you make me do it?"

You shrugged. "Some girls can, some can't. Sabrina and Gemma both can, depending on what kind of sex we're having and how horny they've been through the whole day. I didn'tknow it would work, but I had a feeling."

She took a deep breath and let it out, then stood and wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me. "Thanks, John," she murmured.

You hugged her back, not shying away from letting one hand land possessively on her ass and hugging her full-bodied. She relaxed into you, perfectly comfortable in the moment despite your hard cock pressed between you and both of you sweaty and gross.

Emma felt the most safe with you after rough, demanding, and even degrading sex. You just hoped you could give her all that she needed so that she didn't feel like looking for it somewhere else - now that the door was open, you could see someone taking advantage of her and that was the last thing you wanted for your girlfriend's sister.

Chapter 617

The photos were fairly simple since they were only meant to be teasers. When Emma came back out of the bathroom, her skin no longer flushed pink and her makeup completely redone to her usual standard, you set up a half dozen shots taken from both your point of view and hers in 'selfie mode.' Her fingers wrapped around your cock, one-handed and two-handed. Your cock next to her face. Your cockhead, angry and hard, resting on her chin. Your cock resting across her face as she looked at it side-eyed, always with that stoic expression.

The last two were meant to be saved for the days leading up to her first actual boy-girl photoset release - your cock on her stomach, 'showing' how deep it would be (though realistically it was some creative camera angles and subtle mispositioning that made the shot go from 'kinda hot' to 'Holy shit how could she take that?'), and another one with your cock hot dogged between her ass cheeks.

Then you were all pictured out and you pressed her down with a firm hand on the small of Emma's back and thrust your cock into her cunt.

"Yessss," she hissed, pressing her face to the carpet and clawing at it with both hands over her head.

"Stay- Still-" you growled, thrusting into her hard.

Soon you were pounding her roughly again, her whole front rocking back and forth against the fibres of the carpet. Her head was sideways and you had one hand pressed flat against her cheek, pushing her down as she sucked on your thumb.

You were ready to come quickly. It was sitting there, boiling in your balls, but you clenched your jaw and tore your cock out of Emma instead of pushing deep and unloading like you wanted to.

Her suddenly vacant feeling made Emma whine in her chest and hump her hips against the floor, begging you without words to keep fucking her.

That wasn't the game though - or it was, but it wasn't your role.

"Come on, Emma," you grunted, scooping her up around her waist and picking her up. This time when you put her back on the bed it was an unceremonious dumping instead of the careful, loving placing you'd done early. She squirmed slightly, getting onto her back and hopefully grabbing behind her knees, spreading herself open for you. "No," you told her, holding up a finger pointedly in warning, then pointed it at her. "Stay here. You arenot allowed to touch your pussy."

She pouted, her stoic expression breaking as her brow furrowed and her lips pursed, and she made a 'Humph!' sound in the back of her throat.

You gave her a look, daring her to challenge you, then turned away and went out of the bedroom.

Sabrina was at the kitchen table, laptop open as she was working on something. When you came out she saw you and gave you a questioning look and a smile, taking off her headphones. "Hey, baby," she said. "All done?"

You closed the bedroom door, cutting Emma off from the conversation and walked across the apartment to Sabrina, sitting down heavily on the chair and grabbing her hand, kissing it gently. "Your sister is a handful," you said quietly.

"Are you taking a time out?" Sabrina asked with a chuckle.

"Sort of," you smirked, wiping your face with a hand. "More like daring her to defy an order."

"What a little slut," your girlfriend smirked. "How did the photos turn out?"

"They should be good," you said. "At least for the purposes. She'll need to figure out her style for non-solo content though."

Sabrina nodded, getting a pondering look. "It's too bad Gemma isn't here, she could have worked the camera like she did for us."

"It's too bad Gemma can't be here, period," you sighed.

Sabrina took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, nodding again in commiseration. Then she snorted. "So, about Tommy..."

"Investigation is ongoing," you smirked.

She flipped you the bird, rolling her eyes. "How long are you gonna make her wait?"

"Just one more thing," you said, then stood up and leaned over the table, partially closing her laptop so you could kiss your girlfriend tenderly.

"Mmm," she hummed into the kiss, deepening it a little as she pressed towards you, before finally pulling back. "Careful doing that in the future, I didn't taste her on you and I don't want to."

"I made sure you wouldn't," you said, making it a promise.

Sabrina slapped your ass as you turned to head back to the bedroom, making you pause and glare at her as she grinned, scrunching up her nose.

When you opened the bedroom door and stepped back in, closing it behind you, Emma gave you a deeply guilty look as she closed her thighs around her hand where it was working a finger in and out of her pussy. But she didn't pull her hand away.

You sighed, shaking your head, and didn't go to her like she seemed to think you would. Instead you crossed the foot of the bed and opened a bottom drawer in the dresser, searching around as you let the various toys in Sabrina's collection clank together. When you came up you were holding a pair of leather, snap-closed cuffs connected by a little steel loop chain.

"I'm disappointed, Emma," you said, putting on a Dom voice again. "I'm not mad, just disappointed."

"I'm sorry, Sir," Emma said as you came around the bed, finally pulling her hand from her crotch. But then she sucked on her finger deliberately, tasting herself.

"I thought we were making progress," you sighed, shaking your head. She let you take her hand and you put the cuff on her wrist, taking a moment to silently demonstrate to her that with enough force she could pop the snap in an emergency. Then you raised her arm over her head and looped the short chain around a post on the headboard, brought her other arm up and fastened the other cuff. "Bratty girls lose hand privileges," you finally said. "Now how are you going to play with that pretty little pussy?"

"Will you please play with my pretty little pussy, Sir?" she asked, biting her lip.

You let out another dramatic sigh as she spread her legs wide, begging to be fucked.

Chapter 618

"There," you said, handing Emma her phone.

She looked at the picture you'd just taken and groaned in her chest, licking her lips. "Fuck, I can't post that."

"Probably not for a while," you chuckled.

The picture was her flushed, well-fucked cunt with your pearly white cum oozing out of her. That definitely didn't fit into the next couple months of content planning. Creampies were a valuable escalation piece for content, especially if she billed it as her 'first one' even if it wasn't true.

"You probably should have come on my stomach or back," Emma said with a breathy chuckle, her eyes still glued to her phone. "That would have been usable."

Your answer was to shift forward, the back of her thighs pressing against the front of yours, and you pushed your mostly-hard cock back into her. The extra lube of your cum made her slick as hell and she gulped and dropped her phone onto her chest as you bottomed out in her, then pulled all the way out.

"Jesus, John," Emma gasped.

You pushed into her again, though this time the wet sound of a queef rippled out of her as some air pushed out of her gapey, sucking pussy from the pressure. The look on her face - horror, embarrassment, wanting to curl up and die - made you bite your laugh and lean forward to kiss her instead.

"It's nothing," you told her in between kisses. "It happens all the time."

"Oh my God, my pussy farted," she groaned, still embarrassed.

"It's seriously OK," you murmured, kissing her again before pulling back and running your fingers through her hair. "Especially after you're already full of cum."

"What are you trying to do, make sure I don't lose any of it?" Emma asked, her expression slowly slipping back to her stoic standard as she raised an eyebrow and put a hand on my hip, asking me not to pull out of her again.

"No, or not specifically," you smirked. "You just have a very pretty pussy, and we've got to call it quits but I wanted to feel you again."

She groaned, her brow furrowing a little.

"I know," you smirked.

"You realise that this isn't fair," she said. "You take my virginity-"

"Got tricked into that," you murmured.

"-stole it. Ripped it away," she smirked and teased. "And then you made me your little subby pet-"

"You're not a pet," you interrupted again.

"-your little bratty fucktoy-"

"Better," you chuckled, making her smile just a little.

"And now I have to go back to my old life for a whole week and a half before I move to college. That's a whole week where I'm going to have to fantasize about my sister's boyfriend's cock fucking me like the little fucktoy cumslut sex pet I am."

"Still not a pet," you sighed, grinding your cock in her and dropping your lips to kiss her neck.

"Mark me," she asked you softly. "Like you do Sabrina?"

You growled softly and kissed her again.

"Please, Sir?"

You took your lips from her neck and sighed, putting your forehead on hers and looking down into her eyes. "Emma, honey, if I gave you a hickey on your neck, what exactly would your parents' reaction be when they saw it as you come home from a weekend staying with Sabrina?"

That made Emma smirk and snort. "Yeah, that would be bad," she said. Then she ran her fingers over her chest. "What about here?"

Now you sighed again and shook your head. "I think, for now, we shouldn't do that," you said. "Not because you aren't a good, sexy little sub. Just because it's something we should talk with Sabrina and Gemma about. OK?"

She pursed her lips and let out an annoyed breath through her nose, but nodded.

You finally pulled out of her and gave her one last kiss before you separated, but as she climbed off the bed your eyes followed her cute little butt and you sighed, grabbing her hand and spinning her as you knelt on the edge of the mattress. She let you pull her in and kiss her again, and she pressed her chest to yours and breathed deeply before you pulled back and ran a thumb over the edge of her jaw.

"Are you done, or do you want one more task?"

"I want one more task," she said immediately.

"Clean your mess," you ordered her.

She glanced down at your cummy cock and grinned, then dropped to her knees and got her mouth on it, starting to lick you clean.

- - - - -

Sabrina groaned, long and loud, as she hugged Emma tightly. "Oh myGawd," she said. "It was so good seeing you, sis."

"You too, Sabrina," Emma said, hugging her back. "And... thanks."

"You're welcome," Sabrina said, giving her another squeeze and kissing her sister on the cheek. It was still just a little funny that Emma had gotten taller than Sabrina and Katherine despite being the younger sister.

Your girlfriend waved you in and you wrapped them both up in a hug, and Emma pivoted a little to get her arm around you as well.

"Sorry for being a sneaky cunt," she said quietly, looking up at you. "You didn't steal my virginity, John. I tricked you into letting me give it to you."

"I know, Emma," you said. "Even if it was weird and wild, thanks for trusting me with that. I hope it's a decision you'll remember fondly."

"Very fondly," she smirked, just a little. "Sir."

"What. A. Slut," Sabrina snickered softly.

You were on the platform at the train station, her train already waiting as folks were boarding. Sabrina fussed over Emma a bit, making sure she had everything, making sure she would remember to pack stuff she would need for her first year at University. And then they were whispering and snickering some more, glancing at you, and you knew they were planning something.

And then they hugged, and Emma came and hugged you again, and then she boarded the train.

"What was that last bit?" you asked Sabrina as you took her hand and the two of you started walking back out of the station.

"Nothing," Sabrina said with a smirk, knowing full well that you knew it was something.

"This is payback, isn't it?" you sighed.

"What's the Tommy story?"

You shrugged and made a zip motion over your lips, making Sabrina guffaw and yank on your arm. "Tell meeee."

Chapter 619

"Gemma wants to know," Sabrina mumbled around the bagel half hanging out of her mouth.

You smiled around your own mouthful of bagel as you tried to make sure you weren't spraying the Everything seeds around the city bus. Once you'd managed to swallow you chuckled. "I know, I'm getting the same texts, baby."

"Yes, but I'm reinforcing them," Sabrina smirked before popping her last bite into her mouth. You were both dressed up for work and you handed her a napkin so she could wipe the melty butter grease from her fingers before it got on her cute red business dress. "I'm also reinforcing that now you're makingher sleep on it too. Which makes this cruel and unusual torture on two separate continents."

You snorted, covering your mouth as you rolled your eyes.

"If you tell me, I'll suck your dick," Sabrina offered.

"Sabrina, my darling girlfriend, you already did that this morning," you reminded her.

"Yes, but what aboutsecond blowjobs?" Sabrina asked, putting on a God-awful 'hobbit voice.'

- - - - -

"Eric, make John tell me his secret," Sabrina sighed.

"Wha'?" Eric mumbled. He'd just entered the Intern conference room, looking down at his phone. You and Sabrina had handled the morning coffee order together before coming in so he'd only needed to get there on time instead of early.

"John's got a secret he won't tell me and I'm going todie if he doesn't spill," Sabrina grumbled dramatically.

You snorted and smirked, shaking your head. She was really playing it up now, and you weren't sure if it was because she was working herself up into her own little bratty episode so she could reclaim her roleplay in the relationship and the two of you could get a little wild that night, or because she was using it as a distraction from all the melancholy stuff going on - Gemma being gone, your last week of the internship, Emma's visit being over.

"How am I supposed to get him to tell you?" Eric asked as he walked around her and slumped into his seat at the conference table, setting his phone down.

"Beat him up or something," Sabrina waved at you.

Eric lifted a loosely held fist and shook it. "Argh, I'll beat you up if you don't tell her... whatever," he deadpanned.

"Sorry, baby, didn't work," you chuckled and said to Sabrina.

"I tried," Eric told her.

"What's up, Eric?" you asked. "You seem..."

"Worn out," Sabrina finished for you, her attention finally diverted as she leaned forward and narrowed her eyes. "How was your weekend?"

Erica cleared her throat and actually blushed a little. "Uh, it was... good..."

"Eric," Sabrina scoffed. "You didn't!"

"I didn't, I swear," Eric said, holding up his hands. "Wait, what did I not do?"

"The crazy chick?" Sabrina asked.

"No. Nonono," Eric shook his head.

"Lucy?" you asked dubiously.

"Definitely not," he said.

You and Sabrina glanced at each other at the same time. "Killjoy?" Sabrina asked cautiously.

"Ew, no, God," Eric said. "No. I... spent the weekend with Beth though."

Sabrina started to grin a little lasciviously. "All weekend?"

Eric cleared his throat, running a finger along the inside collar of his shirt. "Uh..."

"Youdawg," Sabrina chuckled.

"It sounds like you had a great weekend," you grinned, happy for him.

Eric's smile was silly and beaming. "I really did," he said. "It was a little stressful though. We were ducking, like, a lot of calls. Her roommate was calling both of us, I assume for different reasons. Joy was calling Beth multiple times a night too, wanting her to go out. One time when Beth actually answered Joy suggested they call me again for another threesome if that's what Beth wanted, but Beth dodged going out with her so that didn't have to happen."

"So you had a weekend of sex, where, at your place?" Sabrina asked.

"Pretty much. We, uh, burned through an entire 12-pack of condoms," he blushed again.

"Nice, putting in the work. I like this girl," Sabrina chuckled. "Though she could use better friends."

"Yeah, well, there's a problem. I like her too," Eric said, wincing a little. "And I might have fucked it up."

"Oh, Eric," you groaned softly.

"What did you do?" Sabrina sighed.

"On Friday night I... kind of reminded her that I'm leaving this next weekend, and suggested we might want to keep it casual," Eric said. "But then she slept over. Twice. And, like, waking up to a gorgeous naked girl walking around my apartment making me breakfast is fuckingamazing? And she's superchill and it turns out she's ambitious because she's working while doing her Masters in Anthropology part-time. And the sex was like..."

"Eric's falling in love," Sabrina grinned over at me.

"Whoa, whoa, it's too early forthat," Eric said, holding up his hands.

"I dunno, man. You kinda sound smitten," you chuckled. "Even if itis a little complicated with her friends."

"Yeah, OK, I'm smitten," Eric sighed. Then he turned to Sabrina. "Please 'Dating Coach' me again. How do I fix the whole 'casual' thing? How do I tell her I'd kind of like to be less-than-casual?"

"I think you mean more-than-casual," you pointed out.

"Whatever."

"Alright, I'll Dating Coach you some more," Sabrina said. "But I'm going to need more details about whatexactly you said, and how she responded. And what all happened on the weekend."

You groaned. It was going to be a long morning listening to this.

Chapter 620

"John," Gemma said. "Why are you doing this to me?"

You laughed, shaking your head as your heart thudded hard in your chest at hearing your girlfriend's voice. It was just before lunch for you, which meant it waslate for her, but she'd been texting you and Sabrina that whole morning keeping you updated as she was out with Birdie drinking with her Uni friends. She'd already sent a couple of pictures, and Sabrina had been keeping her informed of Eric's new love life developments.

"What am I doing, love?" you asked her. "And God it's good to hear your voice."

"Oh, it's good to hear your voice too, love," Gemma groaned. She'd already gotten home and was on her wifi, so the only time limit you had was how long you could hang out in the office stairwell without someone 'catching' you. "Fuck, I miss you."

"I miss you too," you sighed heavily.

"I miss your cock."

"Gemma," you chuckled.

"Well I do," she laughed. "And your face. Fuck, I miss your face."

"I'll send you a picture when we're done to prove it's still here," you said.

"Do it," she sighed.

"Now, what am I doing to you?" you asked.

"Tell me what this Tommy thing is," Gemma said. "How did this guy die? What's his connection to Mosche? Why didn't you know before now? Was it a secret, or just Mosche being Mosche? And while we're on the topic of Mosche, how did he take you moving out? You told me he's still with Iris but you didn't give me all the details."

You grinned to yourself, just listening to Gemma drunkenly ramble a bit. Her accent was stronger than when she'd left - probably from a combo of being back home and being tipsy.

"I'm going to find evidence for the Tommy thing and send it to you, love," you said. "It was Mosche being Mosche and downplaying it, not thinking it was a big deal. Which was just as insane as the Tasha saga."

"OK, but just tell me, and I promise I'll not tell Sabrina," Gemma said.

"Why do I feel like this is a double-cross mission you've been sent on by Sabrina?"

She giggled on the other end of the call. "Because it is. What if I send you a picture of my boobs? I just started my period and they lookhuge."

You groaned. Before your relationships with Gemma and Sabrina you hadn't even known that was a thing that happened. Boobs getting bigger had always been tied in your mind to pregnancy - you hadn't realised the hormonal waves women rode every month could do it too.

And Gemma's period-time boobs were fuckingbonkers.

She laughed again. "OK, fine. Don't tell me. I'll send you a pic anyway because I love you."

"Love you too, love," you sighed.

"What about Mosche and Iris?"

"Still going. Like I texted you, I gave him a bit of the riot act in being better at communicating with her. And Ithink she's clued in a bit that he can be bad at that based on some of the looks she's had on her face. But she's also young and latching onto him to get out from under her parents, so I have no clue where it will go and I'm kind of just washing my hands of it now."

Gemma sighed, and you could hear her moving around on her end of the call, imagining her lying on her bed. "That's probably for the best, I just worry she'll end up like Tash. But she's been warned. Howis Tash? I text with her but it's hard to get her feeling."

"Tasha was great when I saw her and Becks on Saturday," you said.

"Are they hooking up yet?"

Your split second of hesitation thankfully went unnoticed, likely only because your girlfriend had been drinking. "Not that I know," you chuckled. "We definitely had fun though."

"Good," Gemma sighed. "I'm glad she's good. And that she still has you and Sabrina. And Becks, now. How are you feeling after the weekend? I seriously can't believe Emma tricked you and Sabrina into losing her virginity like that. What a little sneak!"

"I'm doing fine, love," you said. "She was a bit more... more than Sabrina in herlikes. But I adapted, and the weekend ended up good. I'm just a little worried that it might bemore than agreed in her head. It's gonna be a talk, I think."

"Mmm, OK," Gemma said, her voice drifting a little. "I trust you."

"Thanks, love," you said.

"I'm sleepy."

"I can tell," you chuckled. "Thanks for calling me. I miss your everything."

"I miss your everything too," she mumbled. "Fuck, I need to sleep, love. It's so fuckin' late."

"Goodnight, Gemma," you said softly.

"'Night, love," she sighed. "But I'll take a pic of m' boobs first."

You snorted softly and sent her a kiss through the phone, and she sent one back and hung up.

It took you a minute, alone in the stairwell, to get yourself right again. Happy you'd had a minute to talk to her, sad she wasn't there.

Then the text came in and you couldn't help but snort and grin. It was Gemma, in bed, wearing one of your sweaters but with it pulled up and showing her tits. It came with the message, 'Love you, Love.'

God, you missed her.

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