I’d never have drapes like that and this bed feels way too expensive for a college student like me to have. So, it must be someone rich. Ah, damnit ...anya! Think girl, think. Okay, what was the last thing that I remember from last night. Okay, Suzie… Who’s Suzi- oh, my roommate, that’s right. Okay, Suzi, she took me to…to a club….and we…damnit, I just don’t remember a fucking thing after that. Maybe if I just go back to sleep for a little bit, I’ll remember when I wake up. ‘Okay, here we go.. As the gasp escaped her lips, though, the memories – memories that had been forgotten, repressed, or merely brushed aside as trivial, came flooding back. As if disembodied and floating above the world, she saw herself lewdly pleasuring her spread pussy with a bottle in her room. She saw herself, soaked to the skin with rainwater, seducing a young man in the Jedi Academy’s communications center, draining the energy right from his body to fuel her lust. She saw herself do the same to student. The last vestiges of reluctance quickly evaporated and she found herself rolling her eyes at the inevitable. ‘Fine, fine,’ she said begrudgingly, her lips pressed together in a crooked line as she tried to hide a smile. ‘One drink. I’ll buy you one drink.’ Dylan grinned and flashed two thumbs-up. ‘Nice!’ ————– ‘Chug! Chug! Chug!’ They chanted as Gwyneth swallowed gulp after gulp of the golden liquid, finally draining the beer bottle. Her friends cheered as she slammed the empty bottle onto the. I rub my legstogether, enjoying the feeling of pantyhose ("You must always wearpantyhose" Morgen says, seriously). I had never felt something soamazing as pantyhose before, and I really can't get enough of it:reaching down and stroking my legs (in pantyhose), rubbing my legstogether (in pantyhose), feeling the hems of my dresses lightly brushingacross my skin (in pantyhose), feeling the rubbing and stretching of thewhisper thin mesh fabric over my legs as I walk throughout the housedoing my.