With that I head to my closet and begin pulling out a pair of light khaki linen shorts and a white linen button up shirt. Decidedly I will not be wear...ng underwear today. I throw on my clothes and a pair of sandals. On my way out of the bedroom I check myself, one last time, in the mirror. I adjust my collar and decide to leave the top three buttons undone. I verify my cock looks good pressing against the thin material of my shorts. Am I really that vain? Yea, I guess so. But it’s all for you.. Since it was just a couple of months into the college, there was a pretty good ragging thing going on, which was more of mental harrasment to us, and also the course itself, and the long hours of classes left us drained at the end of the day. I had already tucked myself in my quilt, getting ready to drown myself into sleep, just when K said, “Do you mind if I sleep in your bed tonight? As mine’s all dirty and I don’t have energy to clean it up.” I didn’t think much, and I let him share my bed. Finally, he asked her, " I would guess that you are a single girl, dedicated too much to a career and having no boyfriend or husband. " He stated it like it was a fact. She did not verbally respond, but stood like a frightened deer in the headlights waiting for his commanding voice to take over her emotions again. "You are a bit overweight and under exercised, but you think it can easily be corrected at some later date," he continued. "I can see a very passionate woman in you, but you will not. “Four.” Stated the distant voice through the fog, but Amber couldn’t think what it could mean. Ellen and the vibe hadn’t let up, and Tink had shifted to leaving more hickeys on her sometime lover. In less than a minute a spasming, howling Amber was convulsing through another orgasm. “Five.” The anal vibe turned on at full power, and it trigged another climax almost on top of the last. “Six.” Amber was shouting mindless expletives, barely clinging to consciousness, and Tink pinched both of her.