The only flaw in Cassidy’s logic was Megan had on the same clothes she’d had on last night. I tried to remember what had happened. We were drunk; ...ell, I was drunk. Kent and Hana had gone to their rooms, or so I hoped. Megan made sure I got to mine.I remembered her looking up at me behind those glasses and thinking the cute little girl really did look like a mouse. Then everything sort of went fuzzy as the last vodka shot and beer caught up with me. I doubted anything happened.“No, she had her. .. I would be on my knees soon enough.He laughed. We chatted"I thought you'd be wearing a solid gold suit!" I teasedHe smiled and waved his hand dismissively, "Marks and Spencers" he said "it's fine, I don't want to stand out and to say PLEASE MUG ME" Very wise" I laughed"YOU are dressed more expensively than I " he said , humbly I had a crisp white blouse on, and a very expensive suit: a midnight Blue jacket/miniskirt combination, with black silk stockings, suspenders, a little black thong,. Oh baby oh babyyyyyyuammuhuham…oh oh, fuck crystal, fuck baby, fuck you’re so good, so sexy. Oh baby I’m gonna sleep with you in my arms in my dreams.” “Craig, I’m gonna get up and email you how high my soul feels right now. Good night, sweetness, good night my love, my forever love. Goodnight.” She got up out of bed, as zombie like and in that sexual high with all those endorphins floating around her pussy and walked over to her laptop. It was already running and she clicked up. It's better this way, though. They give you injections, otherwise. And there are side effects. They are worse for the women. You don't want to know. It's better this way." I had to be ten years older than him but I felt twenty years his junior. He took my hand and led me to a back room. There was a gynecological chair. He had me sit in it and he strapped me down, my legs secured in the stirrups, my waist secured to the chair. Last, he shackled my hands to a ring just above my.