"Uh... lets just say it was... not what was advertised," she admitted with a wry little grin. "I was promised multiple orgasms, and got none. I was very much the backup booty," she added, "because he wrecked her. She couldn't walk straight by the end. Lucky tart. I didn't even get a consolation tee shirt. I think I was actually just there to satisfy some latent fetish they both had for exhibitionism. Could probably have kept my clothes on and just been a commentator. Blow by blow," she smirked.

"Oof. That's false advertising," I laughed.

"I know. I was extremely... unsatisfied. All dressed down and nowhere to go. Right. Your...