Kevin was a super-aggressive, BDSM-loving sex addict, a perfect match for Roxy's sexual insatiability. The flashbacks were growing more intense, somew...at like a post traumatic stress syndrome episode. She could only imagine how intensely Kevin was probably fucking Sybil every chance he got. Roxy felt a twinge of jealousy and a surge of wetness, as she envisioned the cutie tied up on a cross, being whipped, clamped, and anally violated. She hoped Michael was at least up for giving her a good ass. “It’s.. just... a... simple... lunch,” I reiterated very slowly.Sam nodded his head in agreement. He then leaned over and asked,“Are you wearing any underwear?”“No,” I replied, “No, I am not.”Sam’s hand trembled, as he slipped it on to my leg, slowly sliding it back and forth across my bare skin.He swallowed hard.“You are such a tease,” Sam whispered. “I’m not sure I should even be here with you.”I reassured him everything was OK and that I wasn’t doing anything for any reason other than I. .." Jan, I love you, baby, and sex has nothing to do with that. We don't have to do anything. We can kiss and go to sleep in each other's arms."This time she shook her head vigorously. "Nuh-uh," she hissed. "I'd try to rape you and do it all wrong and be traumatized for life." Then let's go slow, baby. You set the pace." I held her close to me.She whispered in my ear, "Get me out of this bra..."I already had my arms around her back and it was a small effort to unhook the two hooks of her a-cup. He even knelt next to the naked girl and helped her to retrieve the spilled items. ??? ? ?"I am not angry, Trisha," had said kindly. "I am actually more upset about the spilled vodka than I am about the tray and glass. Now you will have to rush back and make another perfect martini for me and bring it quickly, as I am quite thirsty. The girls rose smiling but with shaking hands. She was such a beautiful girl, the recent star of a very famous Mr. Frank film, "Trisha loses her cherry." Mr. Frank.