Melissa looks in her purse

Melissa finally made it back to her house that night, utterly drained from the wild events of the day. She closed the door behind her, relishing the privacy and sense of safety for the first time in what felt like forever. Thankfully she had told her parents some of what she was doing, and they were fast asleep when she got back...

She looked down at the skimpy crop top, miniskirt and sandals she was still wearing - clothes she had managed to take home at the end of the day. Her cheeks burned as she remembered prancing around the mansion completely nude and showing absolutely everything to strangers like those in the dentist's waiting area and Mike. And that wasn't even half of it.

At least she had these scraps of fabric to cover the essentials now. Though she could feel the lack of underwear beneath the flimsy skirt. She felt almost as naked as she had been all day.

She just wanted to masturbate, take a shower and get some rest. Maybe things would be less awkward tomorrow.

She set her purse down on the kitchen counter and opened it, rifling through to make sure she hadn't left anything important anywhere. That's when she felt cotton bundled up at the bottom of the bag. Her heart stopped as she pulled out the unmistakable fabric of her panties - the same ones Dr. Jorgensen had so unceremoniously stripped from her that morning. How did they end up in her purse?

Then she remembered - that lecherous old man at the dentist's office. He had "found" her purse and returned it, after who knows how long holding onto it and her underwear. The idea of that creep sniffing her panties and getting off to them made her feel...