She leaned in and started passionately kissing Roxy. At first Roxy stiffened, not sure what to do, and slowly, she started kissing Jen back, as her ha...ds started rubbing her back. This was so hot! Jen had turned into a wanton slut, seducing the girl who hired her to work at a glory hole. Jen broke her kiss, turned to me and said "How about we go to the bedroom," then looked at Roxy, "and eat dessert."Not wasting anytime, I stood up and walked around the table and grabbed Roxy's hand. Jen stood. Not long ago he was awake, and I remember this night. I remember dressing, changing a dozen times, doing my face, the little pat on my bottom he gave me as we were leaving the restaurant. The way his eyes followed me as I went to the restroom, the way he held my arm like a china doll. I remember how he kissed me, slowly patiently as if he were waiting for me to open like a morning glory. And I blossomed beneath him! I search my body for evidence of each love bite, and remember the weight of him. I continued to undress, dropping my bra to the floor, and answered carefully, "Probably. After all, don't stranglers use them?" He stretched one nylon leg over his hand and stood behind me. He didn't say anything, just nibbled on my neck and ran the silky yet rough nylon across my nipples. They shriveled into erect knobs almost instantly. I reached my arms back, knotted my fingers in his hair. "Why do you ask?" "Ask what," he said, trying to sound innocent. "About ropes." "Oh, just thinking.". ”“Isn’t tonight the couples only one? You usually don’t need any help with those.”“Yeah, well, we ran into a snag. You know we have nude models for these parties, and the couples get a little frisky, which is why I always shield you girls from the events.”“Faith, I’m twenty-two. I’m not a child or a virgin. I’ve seen naked people before.”“Right, well, have you ever considered being one?”“Being one what? I don’t understand.”Faith let out a sigh, then just asked her directly.“The nude model can’t.