It was such a fucking turn on. I continued to pinch her nipples alternately as I kissed her deeply, her hands running all over me. I took a look aroun..., surprised that no one was watching us. I decided to be a bit more daring as I ran my hand down her sides and held my hands in between her legs and held her firmly towards me. I heard hear moan into my mouth as we kissed and as she ground her pussy against my hand. I unzipped her trousers and slide my hand inside to feel delightfully smooth silk. " She raised a needle and filled asyringe from a bottle. I tried to move but I was strapped downonto the bed. She emptied the contents of the syringe into myshoulder. "Those are female hormones, medical grade stuff, andyou'll be getting plenty of them. Soon you'll be shaping upnicely for work." I screamed and yelled, but Derek just gaggedme with a ball gag. He then put a hood over my head and tied it,and I was left in the darkness.For a week I was strapped down. Every morning and evening. Two fingers straight down as you pass me. I'm moving you to forward. I want those corner shots. Derek, you move to guard with Josh. We need beef in the backcourt. Carl, you'll rotate in and out with Doug at the other forward. Whitney to the left where she's got her strong arm on the shot. You guys to the right and rush the rebound in their court. It'll be Sean and the right forward muscling it out under their basket. Whitney, Derek, and Josh, be moving down court when the shot is taken. Get as. I was a legacy; endorsed by two graduate sisters, my adopted mother Sam Kramer and my former program mentor Jan Thayer, and I had accepted the SKG athlete scholar scholarship for four years of tuition and room and board in the house.The sign just inside the door of the SKG House made me giggle. "All Freshman pledges will leave their suitcases containing clothing in the great room on the first floor." Sam had warned me that the three weeks of SKG pledging prior to the start of school required.