No, the group uses Erica's body as a toy.

“Okay Erica, don’t forget your promise,” Lisa’s false mothering tone made my skin feel hot, I hated how she made it seem like this was what I wanted, and it was worse that my body seemed to agree “I’ll even let the boys play with you while we’re here.”

Despite Lisa’s words to the boys (who were beyond ecstatic), they weren’t the only ones who got to play with me, I practically had a dozen hands on me at all times, there was no regard for my own pleasure, needs or wants here, I was just a toy, I must have cum at least three times, but I had lost count because there were no breaks, I’d orgasm, but the hands wouldn’t stop, I was in a constant state of nearly painful pleasure for what seemed like an eternity, and when it finally stopped, I was lying exhausted on the bank of the pond, dizzy and disoriented, and Lisa saw fit to rope me into something I’d never done before.