I was working my corner, when I saw a group of three college-aged girls making their way through the house. All were wearing the shortest of cut-off s...orts. I did my usual ankle grab on the first girl and all three girls screamed. Then, one of the girls remarked, “Hey dude... wanna feel my ass?” I grunted and then silently chuckled. One of the girls, grabbed the bars and peered into the darkness of my corner. “What? Are you afraid to come out of your corner?” she asked tauntingly. I stepped. I illustrated, nibbling her ear, her nipples and her lips. "Oh. Okay," she laughed. "Nibbles it is."When I put on my smelly shirt in her bedroom she gazed at my hang dog penis "I guess you better cover it," she sighed, her hand lifting it like a delicate bird."I'm going to need some fresh clothes," I suggested, hiding the salami so to speak."Could I ... Could I be your sugar mamma?" she asked tentatively, covering her own delights with a maroon t-shirt and navy blue shorts. They fit tight. She further stated that it was partly my thought for my lack of judgment assigning Ariel as her Big Sis.This is what I get for believing Ariel wanted to make Lea Ann a better pledge and more considerate harmonious sister.Lea Ann gingerly with a wince of pain pulled up her panties over her paddled red and purple butt and let her dress float back down covering her bottom. The pretty, vengeful pledge agreed if I paddled Ariel in the same manner with the caveat she would bring a final fitting. Also Black, he was nothing like what Marcy had imagined. She had pictured a middle aged, rather sleazy, overweight and balding voyeur who got his kicks from taking pictures of naked women with a Wal-Mart snapshot camera. Instead, she and Nikki were both impressed with his studio which was clean, spacious and obviously quite professional as he had three different shooting area setups and professional grade cameras and lighting systems. He was also no older than Marcy herself, and, if not.