Try to hear a bit more.

All this drama over a few barely R-Rated pieces of plastic is very puzzling;. Is this some sort of strange act? If so, why? Vivian, however, did tell you Sandra's family is deeply religious and the brown-eyed beauty, though easy going, is still a bit of a prude. Sitting down you cross your legs, hiding your regenerating erection, which is especially problematic since you have no underpants on and the old sweatpants you're wearing are quite thin.

“I won't lie, I am a bit surprised by this.” You decide to risk pushing the envelope a bit while keying the tone friendly. “I would expect this from Brian, Saul and certainly David, but not you.” You smile and then joke, “What would your militant feminist roommate think?”

Sandra doesn't take to the joke but instead nervously holds her wrist for a second, while you let the silence go on.

“I guess, I should tell you everything.” Her voice trembles with the first syllable when she finally speaks. “I knew someday someone would catch me. I guess I should be thankful it is you. You seem like a really decent guy, and it would be nice to finally let someone know about my dirty little secret and get everything off my chest.”

“Yes.” You nod, more out of juvenile excitement hearing the buxom brunette say “get everything off my chest”, but you quickly recover. “We are friends, if you want to talk, I'm hear to listen. But if you don't want too, that is fine too.”

Sandra nervously covers her torso with her arms as if she is standing naked in public and then slowly drops to her side. Though greatly enjoying the slight concerned gyrations of that most tempting buxom body you more and more are beginning to think Sandra is being honest an that you have hit upon something deep in her psyche.

“It started when I was I as a teenager,” the Library Science major begins her confession with her head hung low. “I watched a movie called “Barbarian Queen. In the film there is segment when the beautiful queen is captured, stripped and tortured naked. It was the first time I watched a pornographic movie. For some reason, that scene just captivated me. I watched it over and over again, until my mother caught me. I never saw her so angry. She told me that a woman has no greatly gift than her purity and she ordered me to stand in a corner until my father got home, when I would get 'the tanning of my life.' I stood for over an hour, dreading each minute. When my father came home, he got into a big argument with my mother, he refused to spank me and sent me to my room. There . . . there . . .” Sandra hesitates to continue.

“Go on.” You try to hide the fascination and arousal in your voice, and the amusement that she called an R-Rated movies from the 1980's as "pornographic."

“I masturbated for the first time.” Sandra nearly whispers, humiliated to say those words out loud. “I don't know why I found that movie, or the excited terror of a spanking, so stimulating, but ever since that day I constantly wrestle with not indulging in my perversions. Even the works of Tolkien, or C.S. Lewis, I have twisted in my mind, imaging what would happen if Arwen was captured by orcs, or if Jadis the White Witch had been betrayed and bound in a Calormen dungeon. When I heard Vivian and Brian talk about your game it sounded so fascinating. And once I started to play I have found it so . . . so . . . stimulating. I know I acted badly, I'm so sorry. I know it's wrong, but I can't help myself.”

Sandra then looks directly at you with those gorgeous big brown eyes. “Do you think I'm a bad person? What should I do?”