Right then Emma comes running to my side.

She kneels next to me and starts licking my face, cleaning all the drool off of my face and tits. She’s wearing the matching lacy thong and bralette we picked out for her (little bitch had all the time in the world to get ready while I was getting abused).

Jack simply watches smirking, his whisky in one hand, his massive tool in the other. He doesn't seem surprised at all. Maybe I had given us up by glancing at Emma’s door so much. Maybe he just knew that I’d bring her to him eventually.

After regained my composure a bit, I start kissing Emma back. My spit is all over her face now too.