I have a husband waiting for me at home excited to hear about my trip – approving of the whole thing – in fact, I wouldn’t even be here if it wa...n’t for how much he wanted me to explore my fantasies and desires,” she continued as she paced around the hotel room, working herself up into a ranting lather. Don sat silently for a moment, not knowing where she was going with her statements, but he knew better than to interrupt. He shifted from his spot at the side of the desk to the chair, trying. I was tough to damage and capable of taking a beating, but luxurious -- all of my holes knew cock and how to make it comfortable. I could climb a curb without damaging my bodywork, or do rutted dirt roads -- just wash me off, afterwards. The only problem here -- the one Ollie was going to have to deal with -- was the word 'men' -- plural -- not 'man' ... Slut Vera was there for men to play with -- and just one probably wouldn't be able to get her into four-wheel drive...This is what I knew when. It was 1981, and we were in our first year of college. Anne and I were room-mates and living in the dorm. Dorm life was okay, but if you were a sister in a sorority you went to the best parties and dated the hottest guys. We both wanted to be a part of the sorority.We both pledged the sorority and it was custom that you had to be a part of hell week, which the older sisters gave the pledging sisters silly things to do during the week. It wasn’t too bad, like we couldn’t brush our teeth for a. I rolled from Maggie and looked at Natasha, convinced the sound of her voice would prove to be some weird hallucination, one in keeping with the bizarreness of the evening.Maggie sat up and said to Natasha, "Just warming him up for you, darling. Why don't you get undressed and join us?" I watched Natasha discard her clothes, my brain barely comprehending what was happening. Even in the way she disrobed, she retained the grace and elegance of her modelling days, shedding each item as tree lazily.