Your roommate wants to talk

You pump the last drops of your cream into the teen's mouth, grunting in satisfaction. Mason pulls out of the still squirming girl, giving her rump a pat as he stands up. Valerie lifts her head from your cock, her chin and cheeks smeared with saliva and semen, her eyes looking wanton and slightly crazy.

"Was I a good girl Daddies?" she whimpers plaintively. "I tried so hard to be good for both my Daddies."

"You were great," you say, feeling slightly nervous as you tuck your cock away.

"And you'll talk to Ms. Naylor? Since I was a good girl, you'll talk to her?" she asks.

"Mr. Watts and I will talk," your roommate says before you can answer. "You lay on the couch and rest now, there's a good girl."

"Yes Daddy," the now compliant brunette says, crawling onto the couch as you stand up. Mason nods towards the hallway and you follow him, glancing back at the girl sprawled on the couch, her wide eyes watching you both with hopeful devotion.

"Christ, what have we done?" you whisper, "That got out of hand way too fast."

"What's done is done," Mason says quietly. "Now we need to decide what to do."

"Do we tell Ms. Naylor to put her back on the teams?"

"Only when we're sure we have her fully controlled," he answers. "That little bitch has a history of causing trouble and I want to make sure that she's not acting."

"How do we make sure of that?"

"Well," he answers, taking a deep breath. "We've already fucked her once. Let's see just what the little bitch is prepared to do for her new Daddies."