I was beginning to get quite nervous—I’ve always heard about hazing but wasn’t looking to get beaten up. What had I gotten myself into?Neverthel...ss, I complied. I took off my blindfold and although the room was pitch black, I saw literally dozens of other young men in every direction. I took off my shirt and threw it on the ground. ?Pants off, now!? he suddenly yelled. Without even thinking, I took off my pants and kicked them out in front of me. Everybody else did the same, and I saw a few. "Well, it sounds like we have a standoff, here," she commented. "Maybe we need a little contest to see who the better woman is." No contest," Marion boasted. "She'll be licking my boots soon." Ok, that's it!" Grace replied. "This bitch needs a good lesson, and I'm the one to give her one."Joy saw this as a perfect opening. "How about this," she added. "Why don't we have a spanking competition between these two and see who the real top is?" What do you propose," Marion asked."How about you two. She'd known from the off, however, that these young men would be a tough proposition. They were strong, confident and no doubt well-supplied in their lives with pussy. What they might lack in sexual finesse, they would certainly make up for in stamina. And there were seven of them. Three were well-developed and testosterone-fuelled personal trainers from Alan's gym; the others, it had transpired, were a squad of builders, who had worked on one of his house renovation projects - less. Later he told that he had become mad after seeing her open thighs and big boobs outline from he shawl. Now this was happening so fast I decided to watch. With in few seconds he had taken her shawl from her shoulder and both guys were surprised seeing her nighty… she kept her hands on her face and lied down on the bed. Within seconds the elder guy was on her pressing her boobs together and sucking through the nighty… and he torned the lace of the nighty…and he was mad after her nipples one by.