Beverley woke up in the morning with a throbbing head. She held her head as she looked around. Memories of last night, when she was drunk, instantly flooded her head.

“OH MY!!!”

She immediately covered her face in shame. Her face turned bright red. Last night’s memory was not that detailed, but she remembered some things.

How could she do that? She tried to rip off her dress in front of Brent, leading him to touch her breasts, and even with her own hands, she opened the hem of ...