While she was still in college, she had been accepted into a nationally recognized female sorority and had survived the lesbian-oriented initiation ha...ing with good grace and obedient submissiveness. In fact, she developed a certain liking for some of their Sapphic practices and found that her participation enhanced her internal sense of sensuality and desire for kinky acts. She had a distinct sense of "sisterhood" with the other members of the sorority and honestly had a feeling of attachment. That was amazing. I whirled around and darted away. I raced down the hallway. My cock bobbed and swayed before me. I shuddered, my heart racing. I had hope. I was going to do it.I practically leaped down to the landing in the middle of the stairs, turned the bend and raced down to the first floor. I flowed down the halls, focused on my goal. I would prove to the principal and the others that I love Valeria. That it wasn’t a matter of her taking advantage of me. That they had to make an. Heather and Sarah both peeked over the side and down into the Smith's bedroom. Mrs. Smith had put away all the clean clothes. She grabbed the hem of her tee shirt and pulled it over her head. Her large, pendulous breasts bounced as she moved around the room preparing for bed. Her panties had crawled their way into the crack of her ass making her beautiful buttocks all the more visible. Her large, brown nipples dominated the ends of her breasts.Three sets of eyes watched the scene unfold below. “Eyes front.” I walk out of your field of vision. You hear rustling and then feel something soft and silky against your wrists. First I bind them together, then to the solid wooden back of the chair. You sigh and wiggle excitedly in the chair. "Still," I say softly in your ear. You stop moving with some effort. Coming back into your field of view I am carrying a bundle of rope. You meet my eyes, a nearly permanent grin plastered to your face. You can see the lust in my eyes and I let slip a.