Then she said "finger my asshole," and I was not about to do that. I just pretended to not hear that, and she diditn mention it again. She was bouncin... up and down, I was thrusting pretty hard. It was going great, until I felt the condom rip. I slowed my thrusting, but she didnt slow down or stop...if anything she picked up speed. I was tempted to just pretend I didnt hear it rip and just continue, but she was my friend and I couldnt do that to her. I put my hand on her chest and told her to. Of course, I rubbed shoulders and ran my hand through heads of hair….even found plenty of opportunities to squeeze a thigh and rub a crotch here and there.After a while, all effort at subtlety had been dropped.….I was being groped and fondled openly as I moved around the table throughout the evening. I sometimes had hands squeezing my ass cheeks, fingers in and out of my vagina, and boobs being fondled all at the same time.This was our normal poker night routine, and everyone clearly enjoyed. I lay there next to you caressing you watching you sleep contemplating how I'm going to fuck you next”!This is her reply sent in three small texts;First text from her: “Oh wow”Second text: “That’s hot lol”And third text: “I like that”Once again, she reads all my stories so leave comments as I will make sure she gets them.And guys before you even think of asking her lol she will not be interested in anyone of you guys as she is addicted to mine and mine alone! And I am just trying to save you. Don't you see? If I had, that would have spoiled it! Probably for both of us. It was one thing for Roy to maybe suspect that I knew about the peepholes, but I was giving him -- what do the politicians call it?... I was giving him deniability. We could keep everything normal between us, on the day-to-day level. And we did!"Since I tried to never let on that I knew anything at all, Roy -- maybe -- wasn't ever certain. Anyway, whether he knew that I knew or not, it didn't stop him from....