I heard Mother giggle, she had been watching me in the big mirror over the sink. I blushed as she closed the door to bathroom.I kicked off my shoes an... flopped on the bed. I grabbed the remote and started to turn on the television when the squeaking hinges of the bathroom door caught my attention. I sat up on the side of the bed and gazed at Mother.She strode towards me wearing nothing but forest green panties. Her eyes sparkled like impish emeralds. In the mirror I caught the jiggle of her. The raised welts looked ghastly and were weeping a yellowish discharge. That was what was staining their panties.Ricardo! That nutcase freshman was always walking around swinging those thin bamboo canes of his. He was an expert at it. In late September when he first pledged, Ricardo had demonstrated his skill to Bambino by knocking flies out of midair with his swings. He was that good and quick.The X-wing cross of welts, they were identical on both asses, identical in position on the rumps,. You realise that Pete has moved even closer, you can feel the heat from his body warming your still slightly damp back, and you can hear that he’s just taken a deep breath. ‘Nice tattoo, kid. What other surprises do you have in store for me?’ Pete traces the shape of your tattoo with one of his fingertips, and you’re just fighting back an urge to giggle when you realise that it’s his tongue, the slight tickle of his stubble adding a new dimension to what you’re feeling…. Pete slips both his. .. but she had to try.The owner looked her up and down, and a sneer began to spread across his face.“We have a strict audition process...”“I’ll do anything,” Brandi begged, and with a deliberately reluctant shrug, the owner had brought her backstage and watched as she’d slowly and (she knew) awkwardly begun removing her clothes.To her surprise, that had only been the first part of the audition process. The club’s owner fucked her twice and - hearing her begging for it as she came - blown his.