That smile… That damned smile. Emilia’s assistant knew exactly what it meant and how foolish his question had been. Four cocks? How could that have ever been enough for her? Smiling salaciously, she didn’t miss a beat, continuing to impale herself steadily on the shaft beneath her, like the dutiful little slut she was, all the while tugging on the cocks either sie of her. Her assistant was new, but he’d soon learn the ropes. In Emilia’s mind, it’s not a party until you hit an even twelve. And in a true slutty manner, that was always us the beginning.