It was a far cry from the ‘submissive role society placed on women’ that she had planned to write on for her Women’s Studies course. She wondere... if she could write a report on this instead. She reasoned that subject matter was far more titillating and could start a debate on whether this was progressive or regressive. It could be an in depth study with her going undercover as a sex wrestler herself and describing her own experiences.Jennifer chuckled to herself over the silly notion. She would. She snorted through her nose. "I mean, you're doing it right now," she said with a tone that was half annoyance, half amusement.I sighed. "I-I guess," I began, realizing with a dawning recognition of the blatantly obvious that she was right. "I don't know what's wrong with me..."But I did know, though the admission was shocking to me. All night long I'd been sneaking glimpses of my friend's long legs, studying the firm muscle of her calves; the way her strappy heels had pulled them into tight. You were wearing a stunning Black cocktail dress. Your dress fit your body like a glove. I liked how it showed off your beautiful figure. The hem line came up to about mid thigh level and it show cased your incredible legs clad in a sheer black stockings and garter set. The neck line plunged in a deep V which accented your perfect breasts with a more than modest view of your cleavage. You wore a Sapphire pendant necklace which enhanced the view of your cleavage. Your hair was pulled back. "Tomorrow night, if I can arrange it. Otherwise next week onenight." I told him to set it up and I sucked his cock while he calledhis friends. After three quick calls he announced that it was allarranged for tomorrow night at 8pm. I was nervous but relieved that Iwouldn't have to wait too long for it to happen - I was concerned Iwould get cold feet the more I thought about it. "What will happen?" Iasked, "will they all fuck me?" We talked at length about what I shouldexpect, and I felt.