So the story had been true after all, even if it had perhaps just been some form of advanced sexual roleplaying. Roleplaying was something Molly herself had some experience with and she knew that when it was done right the stories, as well as the roles and sometimes even costumes, created within the context of getting laid in some more or less kinky way could get quite elaborate. Molly, who had not taken her eyes off of Heather until she had revealed that the story was true, could easily imagine the bold, and at the time rather reckless, actress having instigated such a roleplay. She smiled and having been the first to have called Bull she stood up. Once more she locked eyes with Heather and slowly but without any hesitation began to undo the buttoned fly of her jeans, hips moving provocatively as the did. When the buttons were all undone, she bit her lips seductively and by continuing to move the lower half of her body let them fall off her hips to reveal her black male boxers. She stepped out of the jeans, turned her back towards Heather and now looked at her over her shoulder. She then spanked both her buttocks, one after the other before turning back with her head now tilted to the side, as if to ask if the actress liked what she saw, waiting for a dare which she hoped would be as intriguing as Connie's had been.