She wants out.

“. . . I just can’t do it. I couldn’t argue when they wanted to see you naked; I’ve sat and watched and said things when we made the others’ boyfriends put on a show. And I know you all”—she turns to look at her housemates—“think I need to go a little farther because I tried to avoid this. But when Meaghan said no, we stopped at looking, and the same for Charlanne. Lara, Nina, you two got off on us playing with your guys’ cocks; we wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t. I need to stop.”

The other women are disappointed, but don’t try to push—except that Lara says, “OK, but he needs to turn around and show us his ass first.” No harm in that, you figure, so you turn around and let them make a few more comments, then put your clothes back on.

“Now,” says Charlanne briskly, “since we’ve given Amber a hard time for trying to sneak out on us, let’s give her a proper goodbye.” It turns out they’ve prepared a small celebration, complete with cake and wine; by the time the cake is eaten, the wine is drunk, and a few brief, heartfelt remarks have been made, the strain in Amber’s face and voice is gone. They hug each other with great gusto (and you with even greater gusto), and then you and Amber are on your way home.