“Think you could help with this?” she said.John couldn’t keep his boner hidden any longer. It was way too fucking painful for a start. He uncros...ed his legs and, after bringing his jaw back off the floor, said “sure, I’m pretty sure I’m ready to help with that”. He stood up, closed and locked the door. Then turned round to Jessica- now smiling- and grabbed her towards him, kissing those pretty smiling lips. She reached down to grab his boner through the scrubs “fuck John, it’s big!” she. Who was this guy? I wanted to spend more time with him….get to know him.And he started becoming a regular at our get togethers…and he would be spending all of his time with me. We laughed a lot, A. had a wonderful sense of humour and always knew how to make me laugh. We shared bottles of beer together…joints together…got high together. And then very soon, at our third meeting, the get together turned into sexual games as it very often happened. Chairs were being set for the Belgian roulette. Stella unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down and off while Nicola lifted my shirt over my head. Stella looked at the bulge in my underpants and gave it a stroke, “Don’t worry, we will let you out soon.” Then taking me by the hand, and with Nicola behind me, she led us up the stairs, past Nicola’s room, to the master bedroom where inside was a king-size bed.Once in the room, Stella turned and taking my face in her hands gave me a long slow passionate kiss. She explored my lips, mouth and tongue. I will become Mr Unpopular. Please, please don’t do that,” he jokingly pleaded. “Besides, my mother is too busy being a hostess.”“It’s only my legs. Anybody would think I was standing here naked,” she flirted.“What a jolly fine sight that would be.” He half laughed, half snorted, like all rich boys do.Lady Kavanagh feigned a show of embarrassment and took another gulp of the expensive champagne.“Ooh, you are awful,” she cooed.“I’ll tell you what, Aunt Eleanor, seeing as you say they are only.