Yet she was currently experiencing her own personal sexual revolution that outmatched anything seen since the sixties. Still pushing her own barriers as far as sex was concerned and finding those barriers were very few and far between.

“Um, so anything I say you guys have to do?" She asked a little timidly.

“That's the idea!" Gwen replied with enthusiasm.

“I'm up for it. Just try not to make us break too many laws ok?" Jamie added.

“What do you get if you do everything without bailing out?" Sonya asked.

“How about a Sonya sandwich?" Gwen replied with a wicked tint to her voice.

“Huh? You already ate all the sandwiches I got." The woman replied, confused.

“I think she means a sandwich where you're the filling and we're the bread baby." Jamie explained.

"Oh!" Sonya exclaimed, the actual nature of what was being suggested just dawning on her. Jamie saw her cheeks flush with colour.

“No pressure of course Sonya. I just..." Gwen started. She hadn't meant to put any peer pressure on the woman and hadn't really taken the suggestion seriously herself.

“It's ok!" Sonya interrupted and then after a long pause she started nibbling on her lower lip which Jamie knew was a sure sign she was getting turned on.

“Alright. If you don't bail out on any of the dares you get a Sonya sandwich. What do I get if you do bail out?"

“A Gwen sandwich?" Jamie suggested helpfully.

“The scope of your imagination is breathtaking Jamie." Gwen said with no small degree of sarcasm.

“Ok then wiseass, what do you think Sonya should get if we don't keep up with her dares?" Jamie asked.

“What do you want Sonya?" Gwen said, looking to the woman in the driver's seat.

Sonya thought about it for a Little while.

"Ok Gwen you have to enter the wet t-shirt contest at Lawrence's student bar and if you don't win it Jamie has to streak through the place butt naked." Sonya suggested.

“How's that?”

"It's fine with me!" Jamie said.