Chapter Fifteen
Remembering the events of Sunday night inevitably brought her mind to yesterday. She tried to remember how many times they had made love. She eventually decided she couldn’t. She remembered all of them, but could not delineate where any one ended, and the next began. She did remember falling asleep between Roxanne’s legs with her strap on buried in her little lover and the redhead stroking her hair. The memories were so vivid and so sexy that she felt herself beginning to get horny again.
“My God,” she thought to herself. What is happening to me? I should be asleep not getting hot again; her thoughts were interrupted by Roxanne arriving at the bedside with her breakfast.
“Breakfast is served,” she said and curtseyed.
“Thank you my dear,” Lauren replied. She ate heartily
