Runs to her room

Ashley blinked, and turned to the door. Had she heard footsteps in the hall? It was one thing to be found in the wrong room, but looking at Kitty's sex toys and bondage equipment would be way too embarrassing. She rushes out of Kitty's room, and into her own, and, finding her bags already inside, and changed into her pajamas, trying not to think about what she'd learned about her roommate. Ashley slipped into her new bed. It took her a while to fall asleep, her heart pounding blood to her red face and certain other parts of her body as she remembered those toys, those cuffs...

Her dreams were filled with visions of a faceless woman chained to a bed.

"Who are you?" the woman asked.

"I am your Mistress, Kitty."

"Okay."

"You want to lick my snatch."

"You're so right, I do."

"You want it so badly, you have to beg for it."

"Please Mistress, let me pleasure you! Sit on my face, Mistress!"

"If you insist, Kitty." Ashley said, and climbed onto the woman's awaiting tongue. Ashley didn't know what this should feel like, so the dream faded into a vague sea of pleasure, until she awoke with soaked thighs.