I ate up and enjoyed the drunks singing and dancing.I noticed one of the drunk party workers slip away from the group and falling into Ramla’s arms....In dizziness, he started groping her ass. But instead of a slap, I saw her face change in lust. When she saw me watching, she suddenly let go of him and went inside.Me: I am sorry but I am tired. I think I will be going home now. Can anyone show the way?No one was sober enough to care. So Ramla came out with a torch. The clinic was not far but was. I knew there’d be a spot forming, but I didn’t care. My eyes were locked on the screen. Another video popped up. She threw her head back. Her fingers furiously circled her clit. “Baby, please. I need you.” Her sexy voice filled the headphones. Soon she was grinding against her fingers. The video ended abruptly.I stared at the screen, waiting for the next one. I didn’t have to wait long. The angle changed. The phone was on her nightstand. Her eyes were closed, and she bit her bottom lip.. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...”“No. It wasn’t your fault, it was mine. When I let them strip you everyone assumed including François that you knew the rules. If I had told François not to take your slip off he would have known that you were a nubee and they would have been satisfied with looking at your pussy. I put you at risk because they had the right to do anything they wanted to you once you are stripped.”“Anything?” she asked.“I suppose killing you would be in bad taste, but most everything. There are some times where wearing a pad is not possible due to various reasons. One example is this particular rave for which I wore fishnet pantyhose, thongs, a miniskirt, and a sports top. The skirt is actually so short that my thong could be seen so having a pad would be stupid. I also had my teddy bear backpack with some extras in it. This was some kind of a fetish-themed rave so most of people were dressed similar to me.I don't do d**gs and I rarely drink (and almost never get drunk) so I.