Beneath the dress, she had on nothing. Nude, she walked to the mirror hanging on her closet door. She examined her body and inventoried it in detail a... she placed the collar back around her neck.She compared herself to each of the beautiful women at the party. Her bust was too small. Her legs were too thick. Her butt was too big. She was nothing. Just a poor, fat college student.She walked to the light switch and flipped it off. She climbed into her bed. She curled up, a hand touching her. I’d assumed she was going to give me a blowjob, but her change in posture suggested I was wrong. Once she had fully straightened, she hooked her foot into the legs of her vanity stool behind her. She stroked me with a twisting motion while dragging the stool closer. Once it was in position, she reached behind her and picked up a bottle of lube that had completely escaped my notice.She moaned when she saw my eyes light up, because I’d guessed what her plan was. She kept her hand in motion. "I'm going to work out, you can sleep in."The only response was a muffled, "Barbarian."Scott stopped in the kitchen and started a fresh pot of coffee. The packaging for the wineglasses went into the trash.In the gym, he was on a leg schedule so he stretched and started with squats. The routine was familiar and didn't require much thought. His brain was surprisingly quiet, and he chalked it up to contentment. After a forty-five-minute weight session, he put in thirty minutes on the running. " Sorry, the door was open and I was just looking around and thought these were funny." Jennifer said, finally finding her voice."There is a matching top as well. If you want to try them on, there is a changing room back there, but those are a twelve and unless I'm mistaken you are an 8 or a 10 at most." Thanks. I'm Jennifer by the way." I'm Graham. If you want to take a couple of sizes back and try them on then please go ahead. I saw you looking at the implements as well, if you are interested.