Amber pouted when the the bottle was snatched from her.  "Hey!" She cried, indignant.  "I was drinking that.  Geez, Master," she said snidely, "the least I can do is have a beer or two if I'm gonna be your damn sex toy."  Her nerves were still jangled and she really wanted to be calm.  She had no way out of this and whatever angle she looked at the probelm, she was still stuck.<br/><br/>"You want to go out?  You sure you want to be seen with a highschooler.  People might talk." she said.  Maybe she could make a run for it when she was out with him.  "Fine."  She went in search of her lost panties and couldn't find them.  She sighed.  Walking around commando wasn't her idea of fun.  She went into the bathroom and hiked her foot up on the sink and used a rag to wash the stickiness from between her legs.  The rough fabric against her clit gave her shivers, having been rubbed for so long.  When she was done she returned.  "So where are we going?"