“...No, mon amour… No, you do not need to worry about that…” She finally replied.Lena felt her heart beating faster, Amélie’s thumb tracing...small circles across her stomach as they held hands. “What…” Lena started, then swallowed, unusually hesitant, “What if I wanted to?”“Wanted to what?”Lena bit her lip chewing it for a long moment in the dark, “Do… Stuff.”The thumb against her stomach stopped moving.“What would you want to do?...” Amélie asked, her voice edged with a curiosity.“...What I. ” Ronnie again showed her surprise. I continued, “So, after I got over that shocker, we agreed to visit the pub and see if we could entice a man to come home with us, to fuck me in front of him. This was very exciting for me to consider. “I arranged things with John, the guy I had sex with in the parking lot…and well, some after that as well. He agreed to play along and meet me… us… at the pub.” Ronnie was listening intently and I was enjoying telling my story. “Not only did we bring John home. ”I left the computer desk and headed to the kitchen for a drink, Sue followed me. We quietly sipped from our energy drinks thinking private thoughts for a minute then I asked her “How many guys have you screwed?” She shot me a look of caution then asked “What the hell makes you think I'll tell you that?” I ignored her question and pressed with another “What do you let them do with you? How do you like it?” “What the fuck? Are we playing 20 Sex Questions now? Those aren't questions you’re. I love to be spanked, stroked, pinched and most other things in between. So, I was lying face down naked and Mike was stroking my back and running a sharp nail up and down my skin to excite me. His nail would start at my ankles and then move up my leg to my bum and then up my back before running down the other side. His nails were leaving long marks on my skin and I was thoroughly enjoying the pain and pleasure of him doing it. He spanked me a few times but then asked me to pick a number.