Alexa Lynn will never forget this party she once went to while in high school. There were drinks aplenty, raucous merriment, and the host suggested a naked, blindfold version of post office. What fun. Except no one told Alexa that this was a sex game, not a kissing one. Stripped to her bare essentials, Alexa, new to this kind of parlor sport, waited in the closet for what was to come. In a matter of moments Alexa felt heavy breathing, the moist tepid air of Motown and two sets of strong hands on her ass. She had never been with a man this way before, much less two, but dared not peek. Although she did. A prim and proper miss, Alexa was shocked beyond words. Especially when the guys told her they were two-fourths of a music group and that the lead singer and bass would be arriving shortly.