We thought it would be a laugh and Sophie told me that she was good at poker and that we’d soon have the lads naked. It was a good job that I had dr...nk quite a bit; if I’d been sober I would never have agreed to play.Guess what? Sophie was as bad at it as I am and it wasn’t long before I was topless. Even in my drunken state I was sooo embarrassed when I had to take my top off. You see, when I moved out of my parent’s house I decided to get rid of all my bras. My 28AAAAs don’t need any support. But it didn’t take care of Lynn’s problem. It was apparent that she didn’t share his need for separation. She was like a clinging vine, finding little ways to be close and to touch him with her hands or bump her hip against him or press her tits against his chest as they passed each other in the narrow hallway. She was blatantly coming on to him and she wasn’t the least bit shy or apologetic about it.He was beginning to think he shouldn’t have been so forgiving after he caught her rubbing his. She’d enter, naked, and they would point. Between her Lord’s legs, his hardness would be coated in a combination of their juices. As their servant, it was her role to clean it up, and she’d get to work with gusto, licking fervently.Sometimes she’d fantasize that her efforts cleaning would be enough for his erection to sustain, but sometimes she’d be more realistic. If he had just finished, he would be softening.Then came her favorite part. He’d point between Sansa’s legs, and it would be her. Was she just making conversation? That part of my life was over, over and gone. I no longer cared about stupid boys. A little part of my brain thought about Darren, and made a slightly rushed prayer that someone, someday would appear to give him this, this happiness I’d found.“Yeah,” I said. “A few. You?”“Just one...” she said. Our lips touched again.“Just one?” I said. “You only ever had one boyfriend?”She laughed silently. “Yeah. Weird huh?”“Not weird ... but unusual. For real, just.