" Please call the police and have us all taken in for questioning," I bluffed. "There is something very stinky here. Let's call the newspapers, as wel.... This might generate a lurid headline or two." I stared hard at Katherine with a K and grinned a very angry grin at her."That won't be necessary," Katherine with a K said grimly. "We are part of an international taskforce investigating the tie in between drug trafficking and international terrorism. We believe the two who were shot last evening. ” He drove us to the theta house, a sorority on campus, the one the girl from earlier that night was from. Pete told us to be quiet as we slipped in through the back door. We entered into a dimly lit kitchen and were greeted by the same girl. Her name was Gretchen she introduced herself as the pledge mistress and made us swear to secrecy what we were going to do that night. “This prank,” she explained, “is done every year to our initiates. Each girl’s task is to have sex with a sybian machine. I was reminded of my unusual underwear a couple of times when going to the toilet. But, aside from seeing the pink bow while taking out my Johnson for a wee, there was little opportunity to reflect on it any further. --- When I got home, Lucy greeted me with a big smile. She was wearing a cream-colored light sweater and a pleated black skirt, with black high-heels. It was somewhat like a schoolgirl look, only more sophisticated. “How was your day?” she asked, grinning. “Great,” I responded,. .maybe that's her call in life? Her only use to keep warm the cocks of old men...You hear a grunt, the leader has had his fun, he pulled out just in time to cover her face in his cum. She gets a few seconds for air before there's another cock in her mouth. They aren't getting blow jobs...no, they are face fucking her. This isn't love, it's pure, unadulterated, sex. Whoever isn't fucking her has got their hands in her pussy or ass, or are biting on her nipples or bum. They are leaving their mark.