I loved Chenco, the Latino drag queen. I loved Steve, the big leather daddy. I loved the BDSM parts. Hated everything else though. 
 - Too much page space dedicated to Randy, Sam and the others. I can't help but feel that Steve and Chenco played second fiddle in their own book. Steve's character in particular could have used some fleshing out. 
 - The blurb had promised that "this story contains no-holds-barred BDSM play, including watersports". So here I was, rubbing my hands in anticipation, expecting a lot of kinky goodness. What I actually got is a couple of sentences with flowery prose and things briefly mentioned in passing, like "By the way, yesterday we tried fisting". Oh well. 
 - The whole "Gordy" business. It's beyond me that in so many years nobody thought of handing him over to medical professionals. In what universe do you treat a mental illness by engaging in BDSM activities - with a gangster no less? WTF?! 
 - This is yet another case of way too tidy and fluffy ending, at odds with the rest of the book.