<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/105d1749761f4dd811dcb6dbbcf6b538.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Dorothy “Dori” Blayne<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH101-1469<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>18 / Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Hexology 101<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>OPEN | Tessa, Innez, Helena, Cassie<br/><hr/>Dori had half expected the other girls to blow off her question. After asking it, she wondered if perhaps she had offered up to much information of her own and whether she might regret it after her confidence wore off in the morning.  Tessa, of course, asked for details that Dori had not been ready to give.  It was like the girl had read her torrid little mind.  The one with wickedly delightful thoughts before she drifted off to sleep. The one that fantasized about being on both knees, her head between Ms. Prospertine's perfect crimson thighs.  Even in her current state, she wasn't ready to voice all of the things she wanted to do and have done to her.<br/><br/>Helena saved her or perhaps damned her by asking a question she had wondered in those fevered moments of self-induced bliss. "Why pick one?" Why indeed? She thought, her eyes flowing to the two girls across from her, and wondered again why pick one?  Warm air brushed against her ear, and she shivered in delight, and her violet eyes pulled away to Innez. Why not more? She thought when Helen's continued her description.  Dori had never tied anyone down or been bound, but it seemed Helen had.  Had it been Tessa, she would have thought it just words meant to shock for the value of shock, but the otherwise quiet Helen she wondered how much of it was bravado and how much of it was…..<br/><br/>"Wait, how do you know Miss Whately wants to be tied down?" she blurted, wondering if Helena was pulling their leg or not. More importantly, since they had all tried the red dropper, did that mean Helena wanted to fuck?  I mean, Dori did.  Like super bad.  It wasn't over ridding her will.  She didn't have to fuck, but damn, did she ever want to fuck.<br/><br/>It was Innez's turn, and she added another teacher to the mix in Miss Oshun. Dori nodded.  She would love to know what it was like to have the woman's intense focus turned only to pleasing her.<br/><br/>"So hot," The words were out before she realized they were, but she wouldn't have taken them back anyway. Dori was already thinking about it: Ms. Oshun, Ms. Prospertine, Innez.  She nibbled at her pump lip to keep a groan from escaping her lips.  Knowing the flow of conversation was back to in her court, as flustered as she was, she admitted. "I have never done that before, but wow…" It was clear Dori was certainly contemplating the idea.<br/><br/>Cassie returned to the room after having excused herself from dinner, and Dori gave her a wave as she walked by.  She seemed really sweet at first greeting, and while there was no way in hell Dori was going to move from Innez's wonderful lap, she thought it polite to acknowledge her. She was about to say something when Innez whispered into her ear, and she froze like a deer in lights.  Her already expressive eyes wide.  Her head spun towards the pretty blonde, and her mouth gaped open a little.<br/><br/>"Um…I..ye…" but she was cut off as the hair about her face rippled from blue to red…<br/><br/>"Wah!" She exclaimed before she was aware of what had transpired and breathed a welcome relief when her hair returned to her preferred color. "I wasn't expecting that," she said though whether it was in relation to the hair change or to Innez's whispered words, it was unclear.  She did however, wiggle again as if burrowing in for the long haul. As the girls continued to talk, she found a moment where she could whisper back.<br/><br/>"I don't think I would mind it either."<br/>