“Shit,” I whispered to myself as I very slowly lifted my hands out of the drawer in front of me leaving the Passport where I had found it. I eyed ...he packet of bullets I’d also found and regretted my decision not to leave sixty seconds earlier.“Now; slowly, oh so fucking slowly turn around shithead!” the woman’s voice commanded.“Shit,” I again whispered and obeyed her orders precisely. The sight that appeared before me was incongruous to say the least.I’d known that the woman, Jolie Hart. I decided to start Friday night. My only problem was that there would be another pledge doing the same thing that I would be doing. I only hoped that he was as prepared as I was and that he would not be careless enough to get us both caught.I did not even know who the other guy was and even if I did, we were not allowed to work together. I knew where the ladder was stored that I was planning to use. I decided to wait till after midnight and start with the dorm mother's room first. It was on the. The chance to lie. The opportunity to tell the truth lay on the table. Did I? Did I tell the truth and let him know what was on my mind? Did I confess that the morning team just finally pissed me off and it was time to take them out of their perkiness? Yes. . . honesty is the best policy. So I did it. I was honest. . .sorta. ‘I’m going to the television studio. They are having that special day when you come in and take the tour of the place. I figured it would be a good educational trip for. I let out a strangled yell as much of a noise as I could with a hugh cock down my throat and I thought I was going to pass out from the pain. It felt so big. Later I found out he was the smallest guy and they had him go first and then the next guy and so on till the really big man could stretch me. They did that so that I would feel new pain each time as a bigger cock was shoved in. They didnt just want me to feel pain from the biggest cock first and then the rest were smaller. No, they laughed.