Not yet, why stop at four loads?

You look at Emma, kneeling in the puddle of cum that has formed on the floor and think "What if...?"

"Time to take the mountain to Muhammad", you say out loud, to nobody in particular. "More like take two mountain sized mammaries to multiple Muhammad", you add internally. Why keep dragging guys in, when you could take Emma out for a cum-faced walk?

You decided it's better for Emma not to be completely naked, not to draw too much attention. You go to Emma's room to choose a good outfit for her walk of shame. You go through Emma's wardrobe and realize she favors baggy clothing that hides her body shape. You decide on a t-shirt and yoga pants from Emma's gym wear drawer. A bra won't be necessary. You bring the clothes down to Emma, who puts them on. "One final touch", you say and fetch a pair of scissors. You make a cut in the front of Emma's shirt, leaving a lot of cleavage visible. "Looking good, now let's meet the masses", you tell Emma and walk her out of the door, making sure the magic marker is in your pocket.

You decide to walk down Emma's home street for starters. It's already pretty late in the evening, and there are not many people walking on the street. You notice a middle aged man approaching, his eyes fixated on Emma's chest. The cum residue on her boobs is making the front of the shirt moist, making her nipples very visible. You grip the marker just in case, as the man looks at the text RYAN AND THOMAS' SH(cum stain) SLUT on Emma's forehead, gives you a thumbs up and says "Love what you've done with your slut, sir!"

You realize you've been an idiot. You don't even need to go around owning random men. It's enough that you own Emma, the world will accept that as a fact.

You realize you can go anywhere with Emma without making a scene (unless you want to).