She had taken a liking to this style of sleepwear ever since her addiction to masturbation began. They kept her modest up top, while also giving her u...inhibited access to her nether regions under the sheets. Tonight was no exception. Despite the orgasms in the tub, more were on their way. With some effort, she managed to return the half empty champagne bottle to its ice bucket, tosed her bag of goodies onto the bed and proceeded forward with her standard first night ritual: opening every door. , well..., sort of I suppose." Sort of?"She looked down at her chocolate before looking up again and saying, "Can I talk freely, Sir?" Of course," I said."I know rumours are going around about me, Sir. I'm not a lesbian, at least I don't think I am, but I'm not interested in the boys either. That doesn't mean I'm asexual, just that I think they're all stupid and immature. Have you seen them at the NAAFI bop on a Saturday night? They're like drunken three-year-olds. I'm a virgin, Sir, and it'll. I need this. I need you. I need your fucking cock. I'll pay you! Overtime for everyone. Is that it? I'll fucking die if you don't! What do you want? I'll do it! Money, Drugs, Anything! I'll .. I'll kill my husband! Just please, please, for the love of God, fuck me."Even I thought that was harsh, friend. But it was time.I let her go, and she seized the couch. One hand gripped the armrest; the other clutched the frame so I couldn't pull her back. She threw a leg onto the hardwood floor so I could. She did not want some tit ogling guy to fall for her then break his heart when she got them reduced to a nice B cup. She thought she would be taken more serious in her chosen field of sport medicine and athletic coaching with small breasts.Today as Bethany got on the train home she had her friend Ann with her. Ann was sick of life in the dorms and had jumped at the chance to have dinner and stay the night with Bethany and her parents. Bethany had met Ann at college and they would have been.