Whatever it was that she and Brenda do. I didn'tlike to imagine that, any more than I liked imagining sex with men. But from then on I couldn't avoid...thinking about either. Mrs.Parsons asked me weekly to describe one detail from each kind offantasy. I found myself imagining myself having sex with men, withwomen, or men and women having sex with me, even while I wasloading the dishwasher. I had to imagine I enjoyed that imaginarysex, so she'd believe I did. To some degree, I did.After the. At 5’7” she had the legs of a dancer. Here Barb stood in the middle of a room with a man holding a leash attached to a gold collar around her neck. Standing in 6” heels with her exposed pussy hanging out the front of her dress and her bare ass hanging out the back, all she could think about was how gorgeous this woman was. “May I introduce my wife. Barb this is Melanie. Melanie this is Barb” said Dr. Turner.“You can call me Joe and my wife goes by Mel.”“And you can call me anything you want”. Her tiny entrance was so tight, his cockhead hurt as his iron hard shaft pressed inward. His cock was impossibly hard and swollen, aching with need. His balls were beyond full, to be released after endless hours of sexual depravity. Verenestra started screaming and crying, her kicks and punches becoming less as he pushed his cock into her tiny cunt. First it was just the head, and then, he continued to push, afraid to pull out and lose all headway. He slid another inch into her. . A couple of people in this class have received them.’ I rolled my eyes. I remembered this silly nonsense from the previous year. How had this sorority managed to perpetuate this archaic tradition even in our modern age? Why was it necessary to take up class time for some bogus Greek money drive? Whatever… People higher up than me must be convinced of the value. And maybe I was just ornery. ‘Fine. Do whatever you need to do,’ I grumbled, as I waved the two women into the room. ‘Thanks,’ the.