The end walls however, were fully mirrored, an extravagance that made the room seem huge. Another surprise was the fully carpeted floor. In front of o...ne set of mirrors stood a round table - a poker table - with four high-back chairs. This was a “strip poker” table, Amanda told them: high-stakes strip poker. Before the other end mirrors was a round mattress covered with a fitted dark vinyl sheet.Along the paneled wall stood a metal rack about ten feet long and three high. It looked like a rack. Cupping her cheek with my right hand, my thumb caressed her cheek for a moment before her hand moved my hand to her neck and her top button. Her eagerness was strange to me. My fingertips singled out the first button of her blouse, briefly toying with it before releasing it from the buttonhole. Releasing the second button, my fingertips scraped the soft warmth of the skin between the cups of her bra, eliciting a soft slow moan against my mouth. The third button slipped out of its niche,. I had to admit I was missing Grayson so I snuck out to the ladies roomand had another cocktail. Making my way downstairs, it was so quiet, Ifound the room with the men. They were all watching horse races on a bigscreen. There was even some playing cards. I found Grayson and held himfrom behind while he talked to a group of men. After introducing me weexcused ourselves and went back to the main part of the house."Let's sneak out of here," I said and kissed him again.He grabbed my hand and we. I had never been worried about him and Jean, of course. Jean was a lesbian, she was my lover, and she told me everything; literally everything. You see, it wasn't just an aura... Jean really WAS innocent. But now, seeing this reaction in him, I decided to press on with my night of confession. I took a deep breath and continued.Jean and I had always been more than just sisters. We were best friends. We played together when we were kids, and when we moved into the big house by the lake, we.